but she’d finally cave and she’d love him even more because he loved to spoil her. She needed spoiling.
After waiting three hours, he followed her out of the studio. She met her best friend for an early lunch, and Allen felt privileged to see them together. To see how much they joked and smiled at each other. He’d seen Carrie Ann Larkin in a few movies, but mostly he’d quit watching her because she wasn’t as good as Julie.
After lunch, he followed Julie home. He kept a decent distance behind her. In fact, he nearly lost her once they got into the winding canyon roads. He saw her enter her garage and watched the door slide down as he drove slowly by.
Now, parked outside her house, excitement made his pulse race. He knew Julie Fraser’s address. This information was better than a line of coke and got him just as high.
Now he could really begin to know her. Or more important, she could really begin to know him. He’d send her all the things she loved most. Then when she was dying to know who he was, he’d introduce himself. He’d knock on her door and she’d open it. He’d hand over a vase of her favorite flowers and she’d know instinctively that he was the one behind all the gifts. She’d fly into his arms with a smile on her face and once he set foot inside her door, she’d never want him to leave. He got hard thinking about how she’d welcome him. She’d want him immediately, want to tear his clothes off, but he’d stop her, tell her they needed to go more slowly. Instead, she’d strip for him. She’d peel off her clothes one item at a time until she stood completely naked in front of him. The power of being fully dressed while she stood bare would make him harder and she’d beg him to take her right there on her living room sofa.
Completely hard now, Allen eased his zipper down and pushed his palm against his erection. He imagined Julie on her knees in front of him, begging to take him in her mouth. She’d want to thank him for all the gifts he’d sent. Want to make sure he knew how much she cared about him. He’d let her ease down his pants and she’d smile at his size. Allen pulled his penis out of his boxers and gripped it tight.
“Suck me,” he’d tell her. And she would. Like a dream. She’d look up at him as he pumped deep. Her hot mouth and talented tongue would take him to the brink...and beyond.
The wet warmth of his orgasm flooded his hand and his boxers. “Shit,” he muttered, breathing hard. He grabbed a towel from the floorboard. His mother hated dirt in the car and always kept towels for rainy days or spills. He chuckled...yes, he’d certainly spilled.
After cleaning up as best he could, Allen took a deep breath and started the car. He made a U-turn and headed home. He had to plan this seduction perfectly. Julie Fraser belonged to him.
* * *
Julie fluffed her hair and glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until Troy. He’d called her that morning and said he had time in the afternoon if she still wanted him to check out her house. She’d jumped at the opportunity. It had taken her thirty minutes to decide on a body-hugging white T-shirt, skinny jeans and white, four-inch heels. Casual, but hip.
She’d been on the phone with the police after talking to Troy. Because too many of the people at the party the other night had also been at the Sporties, the officer had said that chances of someone specifically shooting at her were an even fifty-fifty.
Julie had other ideas.
That first bullet had whizzed past her. She’d felt the air and heard it as it zipped by a split second before the glass shattered. Troy had put it best: if she hadn’t spun on him, she’d have been hit in the chest.
The police could call her paranoid. She didn’t care. She needed protection. Most major box office draws had bodyguards. Maybe she was lucky to have gone this long without one. But times changed and she needed to change with them.
She heard a car pull up in her short driveway. Because of the narrow street, the only available parking was on the other side of the road, and at the moment a line of trucks filled the spots due to