Zen (7 page)

Nigel was the perfect gentleman. He was everything a woman could want. If he wasn’t a halfsie, her mother would have even approved. But Shawna didn’t feel anything stronger than a slight attraction. She wanted more than that. After growing up watching her parents’ loveless and cold marriage, she swore she would never settle for something safe and emotionless. She was holding out for something more passionate, more romantic—something epic.

She was feeling stiff all over. A nice bubble bath would relax her. She went to her bathroom, turned on the water, poured the bubble bath in. She removed her clothes and lowered herself into the steaming water.

“Ahhhh.” Man that felt so good. She had kept herself busy all day that she hadn’t had a chance to reflect on what all happened that day. It started out with that weird breakfast. Then watching Zen practicing for his next event. Then she ran into Rage.

Her heart hurt after the confrontation. A tear slipped down her cheek. She had come all this way for him, but he didn’t want her there. It was disappointing and painful. At least no else knew how she made a fool of herself. She was more determined than ever to throw herself into her job. Maybe she could convince her bosses to cut the two week in-depth interview short.

Zen. She sighed as she remembered the way sweat beaded on his body and rolled slowly down every curve and cut of his toned body. She wanted to lick the sweat right off him. Damn the man was sexy. She had to struggle to use her brain when she was around him because her body reacted to his in a totally different way than what she wanted.

Even now as she thought about his hot body, her nipples were tightening into hard buds. Goose bumps rose up on her arms. Her stomach muscles clenched and she knew juices were flowing from between her thighs.

She closed her eyes, letting her fingers tease her nipples, pulling and plucking at them. She scooped some warm water and pouring it over her breasts, imagining it was Zen’s tongue and mouth bathing her. She kept her right hand on her breasts as she lowered her left hand slowly down her wet stomach. She caressed her small trim strip of brown hair covering her mound. Shawna widened her legs, opening her pussy lips wider.

She imaged the warm water lapping at her opening as Zen’s tongue would do. She felt prickly tension building all throughout her whole body. Her fingers rubbed up and down the seam. She pushed in to tickle her labia.

She then pushed a finger inside at the same time she pinched her nipple. She inserted a second finger trying to fool her body into thinking it was a big stiff cock, Zen’s cock.

She pumped in and out of herself. Her thumb rubbing her nub. Oh yeah that felt good. She increased her rhythm. The prickling sensation grew stronger and spread over her. She was so close. She pictured Zen again with an expression of joy as he released and that was all it took.

“Zen,” she groaned his name as she came.
What the hell?

Zen stared at the clothes on his bed, not pleased at all with the outfits. He was trying to find something that would make Shawna notice him. He frowned. Was all his clothes man-ho stuff. Leather and silk. Yes, as a Felon his skin was sensitive and he preferred smoother softer material. He didn’t have a real suit though, not like Nigel’s.

The bell rung. He walked out of the bedroom to answer the door. He checked his watch. It was a little too early for Shawna and her cameraman to be there already.

He opened the door and felt his heart start beating faster. Maybe he had never noticed the beating of his heart before now, but it was working double time.

Shawna stood on the other side and she looked like a dream to him. She had her hair up in a ponytail. She had light makeup on and wore those atrocious glasses. She had a pretty blue blouse that was buttoned low. He could almost glimpse a dark blue lace bra underneath. Her linen pants only made him pay more attention to the way they hugged her tight curvy ass. His cock was full and erupt, rubbing against his jeans.

Shawna’s breath caught. Zen was wearing a short-sleeved white t-shirt that stretched tight across his chest and hugged his muscles. The blue jeans he had on were form fitting, and she could see…everything. He was sporting a boner if she guessed correctly.

Remembering that he was still standing in the doorway and she was still in the hallway, he moved to the side. “Please come in.”

“Sorry, I’m a little early. I wanted to look over your place and have an idea of the photo spots we could take before Jimmie gets here. He is more of a creative person and tends to overthink the locations. We want this shoot to be more of a natural at home feel.” She walked in and surveyed the suite. It was similar to the one she had, except it was bigger of course, and more luxurious.

She was most surprised by the fully loaded kitchen. “Do you cook?”

“Yes, I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.”

She sat her purse down on the kitchen table. She continued to walk around. She pointed to the doorway across the other side of the suite. “Is that the bedroom?”

“Yes.” He watched as she walked to the open doorway. At the last minute he remembered all the clothes strewn over the bed. “Uh…wait!”

She had already stepped inside the bedroom. Her eyes hit the bed immediately. She smiled. “Having trouble finding something to wear?”

He blushed. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure what I would look best in for the photo shoot.”

He would look good in anything. He would look the best with nothing on at all. He was just that beautiful. “I personally like what you have on right now.”

Zen looked down at his t-shirt and jeans. “But this is so casual.”

She looked him up and down. He mouth became dry. “It makes you look sexy, manly, and completely at ease with yourself.”

He looked up at her and gave her a sexy smile. “You think I’m sexy?”

“I said the outfit makes you
look
sexy.” She tried to look away from his flat abs but it was hard. Just like his dick.

“So I should do the shoot in this?” he asked, turning around slowly, letting her check him out. He saw the interest in her eyes and was relieved the attraction wasn’t one sided.

“Uh huh.” She gulped watching his cock thicken against his pants. He didn’t tuck down and his length was very impressive. She snapped out of her trance when she realized he was getting closer to her.

He was just inches from her and she could feel his body heat through their clothes. She looked up at his lips and longed to trace them with her tongue. She felt like her knees were rubbery.

“Shawna.” Zen whispered her name as he began to lower his head down to hers.

She could feel his warm breath against her face and she shivered with need.
Oh God he was going to kiss her! Yes! No!
She had to stop this. She had to…

The doorbell rang startling Shawna. She jumped backwards away from him. Zen grumbled, “Let’s ignore it,” taking a step toward her.

The bell rang again. Shawna stepped around him and headed back into the main living space, back to safety. She opened the door. Jimmie was there. He looked surprised to see her.

“Am I late?” Jimmie asked as he walked inside with his camera equipment.

“No, I was a little early. I wanted to get a feel for the bachelor pad. Maybe have some layout ideas before you got here,” Shawna reassured him. She looked up to see Zen standing in the doorway of his bedroom. She felt a little lightheaded from the intense look he was giving her. She looked around and decided the sofa would be a good spot for her to have the interview with him.

“Is the sofa okay with you?” Shawna asked Zen, drawing up her cold business persona. She was proud her voice wasn’t shaky.

Zen sighed. “Yeah. Just give me a minute.” He went back into his bedroom and gathered the clothes off the bed. He opened the closet door and tossed them inside and shut the door back. He straightened the cover on the bed. He then checked his hair in the mirror. A quick brush through his medium length brown hair and he was ready. He looked at his reflection. This was not the male he normally presented to the world. Was this why she liked this look better? He was more real. He wanted to be more real…with her.

Zen headed back out into the living space. The cameraman set up several cameras. One was a video recorder and the other was a regular digital camera. “Are we filming the interview?”

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind. Nigel mentioned last night that you were excellent in commercials. We’ll take multiple video sessions and then edit and combine them. I promise to let you review the final cut before it is released.” Shawna took out a digital pad and typed something on it.

Zen sat down on the sofa on the opposite side of her. He noticed her shoulders stiffen up. She pushed her glasses further up on her nose. Once again he noticed that despite the unattractive glasses, Shawna’s natural beauty showed through. He suspected she hid behind her glasses. Did she think it would take away from her beauty? Because it didn’t. He saw past the glasses to the truth of her. She was a classic beauty. One people didn’t see every day. Special, smart, and sexy. He could look at her even with those stupid glasses on for the rest of his life and be content and happy.
Where the hell had that thought came from?

“Ready for me?” Shawna asked him.

“What?” Zen looked at her confused and a little turned on.

“Ready for me to start the interview?” she clarified.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Zen, I understand that you have recently been named Galactic Times’ Sexiest Male. How do you feel about that?”

Zen smiled at the camera and was on the verge of saying his usual cocky spiel about how he knew it all along or that it was about time he was acknowledged worldwide, but he turned back to her and looked into her gorgeous blue eyes and said something totally different.

“I’m just me. The same me that I was yesterday. The same me that I will be tomorrow. Only now I have another label attached to me.”

Shawna looked at him shocked. She looked down at her digital reader for the next question but was caught on his answer. “You don’t sound excited about the new title. You portray a sexual man so this would seem to be the perfect fit.”

“First, I am a fighter for the GCFA with a persona, it is my job to portray Zen the Sin. Second, I am a Felon halfsie. We exude sex naturally, it is in our DNA. It is not always intentional and not always wanted.”

“If this is something you don’t want, then why don’t you turn it down?” Shawna was confused.

“The label may not hold value to me, but it holds value to others. I have a responsibility to make sure my celebrity is used for the good of others.”

“What good can others gain from you being named the Sexiest Male?” Why was he trying to throw her off? Was he purposely doing this?

“It brings good publicity for the GCFA who are my employers. Also, it brings endorsements that I can use for my charities.”

Shawna blinked. She knew he had several charities listed on his profile, but she thought they were just for show. She wanted to ask him more about his charities but the cameraman made a rolling hand motion, telling her to keep it moving. She looked down at her next question.

“To be named the Sexiest Male you would have to appeal to a large number of people. What type of woman or man appeals the most to you?”

Zen gave her a sexy half-smile. “The type of
female
that appeals the most to me is one with high intelligence, a good sense of humor, and confidence.”

“Really? What about beauty and sex appeal?” she asked, leaning closer. He must be playing with her because all the pictures she had seen so far of him had him with super skinny women with big fake breasts.

He placed an arm back across the back of the sofa leaning sideways, almost as if he was having a private conversation with her. “I find a smart and funny woman beautiful and sexy.”

She floundered wanting to know more. “But surely her looks is what draws you. What is your type?”

He gazed over her appearance. “I would say a female with brown hair, big blue eyes, wears ridiculous glasses, has a sexy body, and a dimple in her right cheek. Take that along with a female who can hold a conversation with me for hours about different subjects…I am hooked.”

Shawna blushed. The way he was describing his perfect woman almost sounded like he was describing her. “I think we have enough for now. We’ll do a few more videos over the next two weeks. I will also be interviewing your fellow team members. Jimmie, are you ready for some stills?”