The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star (13 page)

"Where are we going, Andrew?"

"It's a surprise."

"Hmmm. A good surprise or a bad surprise?"

"You will just have to see."

"Ah, come on."

We were heading to who knows where in a black SUV with darkened windows. When we had left the house, it had felt like a covert operation. There were four identical SUV's waiting in the front of Andrew's house. Wade was driving one, and Connor was driving another. There were two new faces that I hadn't seen who were driving the third vehicle and then ours. Connor and Wade drove off first, in opposite directions, followed by guy number three, and lastly, us. Andrew had said that we needed to ditch the paps. So far, so good. We had driven outside of the city heading north along the coast.

"How much longer?" I asked again.

"Patience, beautiful." He lifted my hand placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist.

I loved when he did that. I suspect he knows that particular spot talks directly to my girly bits. Another hour passed and we pulled up to a Spanish looking villa. Lush green vines covered the building and soft lights casted a romantic hue around the property. We passed the circle driveway to the main entrance, and drove back to the side of the building. Two uniformed men waited by a small door, and greeted us as we exited the car. "Mr. Hughes. Right this way, sir."

Andrew took my hand as we followed the two men inside and stepped into a service elevator. The doors opened and the men stepped to the side. "Have a nice evening, sir."

"We will. Thank you," Andrew said, and pulled me along behind him.

We were on top of the building inside of a rooftop garden, and music was playing in the distance. As we walked around the garden, the music grew louder. There was a gentleman playing a baby grand piano. Candle lights flickered around a small table, decorated with fine china and linen, and was set for two. "Andrew!" I gasped at the romantic scene in front of me. Instantly, I thought that I had missed an anniversary or something? We had known each other for over six months. "This is incredible."

We walked up to the table and Andrew pulled out my chair. I took in the scenery that surrounded us. The waves crashed against the rocks below, and the moon lit up the darkened sea. The fragrance from exotic flowers filled the air and the canopied roof cocooned us in warm air.

A server approached us with two glasses of champagne. "Good evening. My name is Samuel. It will be my pleasure to serve you tonight. Mr. Hughes has taken the liberty of pre-ordering your courses. If you need anything, please feel free to ring the bell on the table. If there isn't anything else, I will present the first course.

"Thank you, Samuel."

"It is truly a pleasure, sir."

I waited until he left to ask, "Is there a special occasion?"

One brow rose, and I suddenly got worried that I had forgotten something. "Do I need a reason to have dinner with you?" Andrew asked in a serious tone.

"No…but this is a pretty fancy dinner."

He laughed and held up his glass. I followed. "To, tonight."

Our eyes locked as we each took a sip of champagne. The bubbles danced along my tongue, as the deliciously expensive liquid slid down my parched throat.

"I feel a little under dressed. Erin would kill me if she saw where we were, and that I'm dressed like this." I looked down at my blue V-neck sweater and dark jeans.

"You look beautiful in anything, but...I do prefer you nude most of all," he said, taking another sip of champagne, and grinning.

I smiled back. "Well, thank you for all of this. You went to a great deal of planning."

"Owen planned. I dictated."

"You two are getting along nicely, then?"

"I have to admit, the man knows his stuff. He's very resourceful for not being in the business. He's good at anticipating my needs."

"Should I be worried?"

"Never. He's making Amy look worse by the day, and he's only been working for me a little over a month."

"Amy made herself look bad," I grumbled.

"Thanks to you and Keira, I am now well-organized."

Dinner was incredible; we laughed, talked and ate until I could not fit anything else between my jeans and belly. When Andrew mentioned dessert, I groaned out, "No more, please."

"I'm not talking about food, Andria." His sexy voice rang out and spoke directly to my core as the girls stood at full attention.

Andrew stood, took my hand, and walked us over to the man who was playing the piano. The man smiled, and immediately ended the song. He nodded to Andrew, and quickly exited the floor. All kinds of thoughts flooded my mind; being spread out on a baby grand, making love on the piano bench. Hell, even doing it on the floor next to the piano.

Andrew slid onto the bench, pulling my scatter-brained body down next to him. I wasn’t expecting what came next. He started to play. I mean, to really play the piano. I stared at his long, graceful fingers as they glided skillfully over the keys. I couldn't say a word, and listened to the song until he finished.

"Wow. Just, wow…"

"You liked it?"

"I loved it!" I leaned in and placed a passionate kiss on his rosy lips. "That was beautiful."

"
Lovesong
, by The Cure."

"I love that song."

"Did you know that he wrote it for his wife?"

"No, I didn't."

"I thought it would be fitting for this moment."

My chest caved in, as the air exited my body. "I never knew you played this well," I said swallowing hard. The atmosphere was charged and the warmth felt suffocating.

Andrew smiled timidly, and then he swallowed hard, while I watched his Adams apple bob. "Andria…" I couldn't explain the tone in his voice, but I knew it was serious. "Ever since that first day when Wade spilled my beer all over you, I knew there was something special about you. I never guessed that it was because I had just met my soul mate."

"Andrew..."

"I love you. I love that my family adores you. I love that you are willing to put up with my crazy life. I love that you allow me to truly be myself and you
still
love me." We both laughed, as tears started to fall from my eyes.

"I love everything about you," I said sniffing.

He smiled before placing the sweetest kiss on my lips. "Alexandria Moore. You do make me a better man." He stood up and then kneeled down in front of me. I stared in shock, and my body started to tremble nervously. I looked into his eyes as he said, "You're everything that I have ever dreamed my wife would be. You're beautiful, intelligent, witty, and sexy, and if you will have me as your husband, I promise you, baby, that I will spend every day for the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."

I couldn't stop shaking. I knew that he had thought about getting married like I had with all of the wedding talk, but I thought it would be in a year or two.

"Andria?" I looked into Andrew's now nervous, hazel colored eyes and waited for him to finish. I’m not sure how long we stared at each other, but as the seconds went by, Andrew's anxiety seemed to grow. "Baby, if you think it's too soon, I will wait."

What!

I started to panic; he's changing his mind?

"We can take it slower..."

"You don't want to marry me?" I belted out.

He looked puzzled. "I just asked you to marry me."

"I know, and now you want to take it back?" The tears started to really flow.

He stood up, sitting by me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Why would you think that?"

"You just said we could wait."

Andrew sat dumbfounded, staring at me before he started to laugh.

"Ummm, Andria, you never gave me an answer."

What?
Yes, I did!

...Oh, my, God! I'm an idiot. "
Yes
! I want to marry you."

The relief that poured out of us both was evident. Andrew took me into his arms and kissed me. We kissed for a while, taking breaths in-between my sobs.

"Are you sure that you still want to marry me," I joked.

"Even more so," he laughed out capturing my lips again.

We sat on the bench kissing and laughing for a while before I asked, "Do I get a ring?"

"Damn!" I smiled at him, placing a kiss on his cheek. We were quite a pair.

Andrew fell back onto his knees, fiddling in his pocket, and then he pulled out a Harry Winston box. My heart actually fluttered and I hadn't even seen the ring yet. When he opened the box, I squealed when I saw the emerald cut diamond, with diamond accents along the band. Andrew placed it on my left ring finger and I stared at it, engrossed by the sparkle that illuminated from the rock. I looked up at him. "Oh, you love me
a lot
."

He laughed. "Do you like it?"

I nodded my head. "You did very well."

He smiled like a child getting his first ‘A’ in school. I leapt forward, tackling him while he was on his knees, and I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted to tear his clothes off right then and there. "I want you,
now
!" I paused to say before attacking again.

He let me for a moment, and then took a breath saying, "We need to leave."

He stood and helped me up to my feet. Then, he walked us over to a set of glass double doors, and opened them into an incredible looking suite. "This is a hotel?" I asked.

He nodded while walking over to the chilled champagne that had been set-up by the sofa. The room was incredible, airy, and decorated in soft whites. The floor plan was open, and the huge fluffy looking king bed overlooked the dark blue ocean. Andrew brought over a glass while he started to unbutton his shirt.

"I didn't pack anything."

"Your overnight bag is in the dressing room. Erin told Keira what to pack."

He pointed at the gigantic bathroom that had a separate dressing area. I walked over and saw my overnight bag, and started to go through it. Erin had thought of everything. I giggled to myself when I lifted up the brand new blue silk lace thong.

Andrew smirked and said, "I picked that out."

Oh my, my girly bits were ready to try them on so that he could rip them off. I dropped the panties, placed my champagne glass on the side table, and stalked towards Andrew.

He smiled as I approached, but placed his hand out. "Let me undress you."

Andrew walked behind me, and I stood still while my body tingled everywhere.

I could feel the air from his breath on my neck as he towered behind me. I started to quiver, as the intensity of Andrew's breathing picked up. "You're so beautiful." The warmth fell from his mouth, tickling my earlobe.

Andrew brushed aside my hair, as his moist lips pressed firmly against my neck.

His hands raised my sweater up and over my head, and I heard him toss it to the ground. His fingers skimmed my waistline, while his arms wrapped around me. He unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them down to the floor. I stepped out, and kicked them to the side.

His hands slowly drug up my leg, until he reached my lacy, black thong. "I like these," he whispered softly. Andrew's fingers traced around the lace, before dragging them where they were needed most. "Always wet," he growled. I leaned back into him, enjoying everything his fingers were giving me.

Andrew drug my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them, and heard his fingers scratching the lace before he tossed them in front of me. He unhooked my bra and left it dangling as he stepped around to face me. The love in his eyes, coated with lust was intense to look at. His stare alone was going to give me my first orgasm of the night.

He reached for my bra straps, and slid them slowly down my arms until it fell to the ground. He perused my body, taking his time, and when he reached my breasts, the most devilish grin graced his lips. He licked them as he bent over. I could feel the pull coming from my core as he lavished each breast with love. My body started to tremble as the burn exploded throughout my body. "Andrew..." I breathed out. Trying to plant my feet as the fire coursed through me.

The tremble increased, as Andrew continued to lavish them. "Your eyes flutter right before your peak." He breathed out. "Your blue eyes brighten at the most intense high. It's amazing to watch, and incredibly erotic. Other than your smiling face, I think I love that expression the most."

"You do that. Only you." I whispered.

"Say it again."

I locked eyes with Andrew. "You are the only man,
will
be the only man who will ever see that expression."

A growl rumbled from deep inside Andrew. He attacked my mouth, took control of my tongue, and lifted me up with one quick sweep, and walked us to the bed. We kissed while I lay in his arms, and when we needed air, he gracefully placed me on the bed; quickly maneuvered out of his clothes and stood gloriously nude in front of me. I scanned his body; starting from his beautiful, large feet, with perfect toes to his sculptured calves, and powerful thighs, skipping to his six-pack abs, and finely haired chest. He let me take him all in, as my eyes honed back down on what would always be mine.