The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star (32 page)

We had danced through several songs before some of the other ladies joined us. Kalani had a huge family, and his cousins wanted to show me some moves. How they could bend their knees and move their hips the way they do, I would never understand, but Andrew seemed to be enjoying the show.

The drinks were flowing, and the Mai Tais were strong. Andrew kept to beer while I finished my third one. By my fourth, I had loosened up enough to sway my hips correctly. Something about gyrating in public didn't feel right, but everyone was doing the dirty.

The makeshift dance floor was filling up. More of Kalani's family and friends arrived after their shifts ended, as well as more food and liquor. The dance floor became louder and more crowded, and I was having a blast. I had no clue where Andrew was, but I could always feel his eyes on me.

Something about his watching me always got me hot and bothered. I didn't even know where he was, and I was a wanton mess. My girly bits throbbed but reminded me that they still needed a rest. It was taking me a lot of effort to dance, let alone think about having another round with Andrew.

I wiggled my butt and moved my hips along with everyone else. When this large man started to bump his hips with mine, I paused thinking that Andrew was going to flip out, but then no sign of him. So I bumped back, and then he bumped the other girl next to him. Some old seventies disco music was playing, and everyone joined in doing the bump. I remember as a child, my mom doing some moves with me while dancing around the living room. She would spin me around, lifting me up in the air, pretending we were disco dancers.

A song came on that I wasn't familiar with, but everyone did a collective cheer and started to move. I even saw Mamma in the corner tapping her feet as she wiped off the table. I swayed to the beat of the music, then felt his arm wrap around my waist.

I knew Andrew's touch.

He pulled me in tighter to him, and I could feel my favorite thing poking my behind before he bent lower moving his leg in-between mine. We swayed to the music, moving to the beat, as I grind my ass into his junk. His warm breath had hovered around my ear before he whispered, "Are you having a good time?"

I lay my head back and answered, "Yes. It's nice being able to be out in public and be ourselves."

He kissed my neck and then responded, "We will go out more often."

I turned around to face him as I pressed my body to his. "I think it's easier when we aren't in LA."

He nodded in agreement. "Virginia will be different."

I hope so, I thought.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped both of his around my waist. We kissed while moving to the beat. Andrew was a good dancer. He preferred to watch, but he could move. We had swayed back and forth for a while before I mentioned, "When this guy started doing the bump with me, I thought you would be at my side sooner."

"That's big Mike."

"So you would let
him
dance with me because you are afraid of his size?"

He chuckled. "He's a teddy bear, and we've known each other for years. Dumb asses like that guy at the club are another story."

"That dumb ass is Thomas." I laughed out.

Andrew didn't. "Thomas who?"

"Ethan, actually. He's the actor who will be playing my Thomas."

He stopped dancing, and I could see a slight hint of red in his eyes. "That's the same asshole you were photographed with?"

"Yes."

"Why the hell was he with you?"

"We weren't together. He was partying with some friends, and we just happened to bump into each other."

"Auh huh. Does he know you are taken?"

"Yes. I told him."

"You had to tell him? Did the jackass come on to you?"

Damn!

"Andria…" he said with a low grumble.

I started to rub my fingers through the back of his hair and down his neck to calm him down. "Andrew, he made some comments but—"

"Wait. You're telling me this...Ethan, who is playing
your
Thomas, tried to hit on you? Was this before he got the part?"

I dropped my arms from around his neck and placed them on my hips. "I don't like what you're insinuating, and for the record, you have women throwing themselves at you daily."

"Is everything okay?" Ana wiggled by us with a concerned look.

I forgot we were in the middle of the dance floor. I took Andrew's hand and walked away from the crowd along the beach to a more secluded area. "I have to live with the fact that you are desired by a butt load of women, but you can't handle the fact that one guy hit on me?"

"He
did
hit on you?" he yelled.

"Andrew, honestly, I think he's just that type of guy. But you should trust me, just like I trust you." I took his hand and clasped my fingers in-between his.

"You could have told me this earlier," he said nicer.

"Yes, I could have, but the timing was never right. Granted, this is not the best place to have this discussion, but Ethan means nothing to me, and you will never have to worry about
me
cheating."

He stood gawking at me. "Are you saying that I will cheat on you?"

"...No…I hope not."

He pulled me close into him. "I do not or will not
ever
have the need to cheat on you. You are it for me baby." He leaned in, hovering over my lips.

"You know how I feel about you," I added kissing him. "But you can't tell me that you don't notice those women."

He shook his head chuckling more to himself. "I promise you, and
this
I will keep, I will
never
cheat on you. And I want to know if some jackass is hitting on my woman."

I chuckled in light of the seriousness of our conversation. "Your woman, huh?"

"My wife—to be," he added, punctuating it with a kiss.

"You want me to tell you if some guy hits on me, but I don't want to know every time some woman comes on to you. It's hard enough when they do it in front of my face."

Andrew was quiet. Too quiet for the conversation we were having.

"Did I say something…"

"I just thought if things were reversed, how
I
would feel."

"Honestly, it's not easy. Most of the time, I just try not to think about it. Other times, I have no choice, but it's what I have to deal with. I try to remember that
I
am the one who goes home with you at night. That alone makes things easier to deal with."

He started to play with my fingers. "I'm the lucky one. I get to go home with the hot A.P. Moore."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah."

"Oh, no," he said wrapping his arms around me. "She's the beautiful girl next door, who has a hot dirty mind that I get to play with any time that I want."

"Well, that is true. The part about getting to play with me at any time, that is."

"Grrrr." He growled snapping at my nose. "Mark my words; I'll be the one chasing men away soon enough. Oh, and Andria, if that asshole Ethan tries to hit on you again, you better find another leading man baby, because it's difficult to say your lines without a tongue."

I never wanted to leave. If I could stay forever, I would. But the reality was that we only had one more week on Oahu. I would love to be able just to sit and do nothing while staring into the clear, blue ocean all day, but reality was calling.

"Are you hungry?" Andrew asked as he plopped down in the lounger next to me.

"Maybe in a few. I just finished swimming laps."

"Too bad I missed it."

I shook my head. "Watching me swim laps does it for ya, huh?"

"Baby, watching you do
anything
turns me on."

I leaned over and kissed his moist lips. We smooched for a few minutes and then I asked, "You were busy. Is everything alright?"

He had been cooped up in the spare room for half the day. "Everything is peachy."

"How's it going with the Frank investigation?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not talking about that asshole. I'm trying to have a calm and peaceful vacation with my fiancée."

"That bad, huh?"

He chuckled slightly. "Sorry, I took so long."

Andrew sat back, and I saw the book in his hand. "You're reading my book again?"

"Ah, huh."

I stared at him. He was laid back, eyes closed, and completely not caring. "Umm, you already read it."

"I wanted to re-read it."

"Why?"

"I missed some things."

"Things like what?"

He lifted his sunglasses and turned his head towards me. "You know what things. I'm just checking to see if you were thorough in your research."

"I'm surprised you are re-reading it. I know we've talked about it, but we haven't really addressed it."

"That you used me for your character?" he asked, flatly.

"Yes."

"You know I was flattered at first, then surprised by the fact that Thomas was completely based on me, but I'm starting to like the fact that you had me in mind when you wrote all of this kinky stuff."

I grinned; a bit relieved by his words. "I had you
totally
in my mind the whole time I was writing those scenes."

He swung his legs over and faced me, smirking. "The fact that you thought of my hands touching some other woman's nipples…"

"What?"

"You had me doing the nasty with another woman. Don't tell me Chloe is you? She is
nothing
like you."

"Well…" I never thought about that. "She isn't based on me."

He laughed. "That was pretty obvious."

"Why do you say that?"

"She is totally different from you. I mean, at first one can see innocence about her, but later, the reader gets to see her inner darkness and torment."

"Go on." I propped myself up, leaning my elbows on my knees.

Andrew pinched his lips together, grinning. "She has this dark side that Thomas—the ass—pulls out."

I laughed and said. "Why is Thomas an ass? He is based on you."

"I know that, but I can't help thinking about that Ethan guy."

"To be honest, I'm glad he's playing the part." Andrew's eyes got big. "Before you say anything, let me explain…I like having Thomas not be you in my head anymore. He was a made up fantasy that I had, but the character doesn't compare to the real thing."

Andrew got up and sat next to me. "Is that right?"

"You are one of a kind."

"So are you, baby."

He then leaned me back and passionately kissed me.

"See, I can't write exactly what this feeling is. Maybe the way I feel when you kiss me, but the intense pleasure and the way you make my body feel is indescribable."

He gave my lips a peck and said. "Baby, you've done a pretty thorough job of describing exactly what this kiss feels. Remember, we tried some of the kinky fantasies that you wrote about?"

I smiled at his satisfied looking grin. "Which was fun, but trust me, I did not come close to describing how it feels to be with you. I'm very, very happy to leave our sex life out of it."

"Ah, we don't get to practice for the sequel?"

"We are going to practice alright. I have a lot of things that I want to add," I said, with a wink.

"I want a home here."

Andrew squeezed his arms tighter around me as we looked out into the ocean. We had taken the day to drive around the island and were currently on the east side. We had taken pictures, had a picnic, and were now about to head back for the evening.

"I'll have my realtor look into some homes in the area."

"I'm serious, Andrew."

"So am I, baby."

I smiled at his words as I leaned my head back onto his chest. "It's been perfect here.

I'm not ready to face reality."

"I know."

"Do we really have to go back?"

"No, but we both may not be able to afford a home here if we are jobless."

I huffed. "We have more than enough money to be bums."

He kissed my cheek. "Yes we do, but you love what you do."

"I do, and you do as well."

"We'll come back soon."