Some people are walking disaster areas, so what would happen if a very together and successful man falls for a ditzy but sexy woman?
Sparks fly between Mitch and Lisa in this romantic story.
It is a slow build to hot sex in later chapters, with lots of clashes of personality and misunderstanding in-between.
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Standing in front of the long mirror in Mitch's bedroom, Lisa stood sideways, running her hand over her stomach, trying to see if there was any evidence of the pregnancy. She still hadn't told Mitch about the baby, and each day it was getting harder and harder to tell him.
The past week had happened like a dream, with the two lovers only leaving his apartment with Lisa going to work, and Mitch having meetings with various people, setting up future projects. But at night, when they returned they couldn't seem to get enough of each other, making love in his huge bed, laying talking late into the night on the large sofa, wrapped around each other, telling each other about their childhoods, what they got up to as young teenagers and how Mitch worked his way up from Rep Theatre, to the West End, Television parts and finally film.
They never talked about the future, almost as an unwritten rule, and Lisa knew she had missed the golden opportunity to admit to being pregnant with his child when he first came back from Canada, and now she was frightened to tell him, in case he would be angry and this golden time with him would come to an end.
Her belly was still flat, and standing there in the tight black jersey dress, her large amber beads hanging down between her breasts, large gold hoop earrings touching her shoulders, she almost looked sophisticated she thought. Good enough to be seen out with 'Mr big shot Movie Star' on their first date out in public.
Mitch walked into the room, coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist, his mouth bending down to kiss the skin left exposed by the slit neck of the dress.
"Mmmmm, you look good enough to eat."
Turning around in his arms she looked up at him, "What should I call him when I meet him? Robert or Bob."
"What ever you want, he's not going to bite you. That's my job. He's an ok guy. Your not afraid of me, so why are you so nervous at meeting him?"
"Because I like his movies, and I never liked yours that much."
"Thanks a lot." But Mitch was smiling, as he could see the twinkle of teasing in her eyes. "All you have to be is yourself......on second thoughts maybe not....don't throw anything, especially any drinks over anyone....not even me!"
"Not even a small aperitif?"
"Don't even consider it." Smacking her bottom lightly with his hand he kissed her nose and told her to get her things as the car would be here soon. Grabbing her burnt umber and emerald green wrap and slinging it artfully around herself she looked up at him with a big grin. "Dah dah!"
Laughing out loud he told her, "I was waiting for the bit of colour. Plain black would be just a little to quiet for you, wouldn't it?"
"Well if you want to be noticed, you have to make a statement."
"And do you want to be noticed Lisa?" Mitch asked her, a frown on his face.
