Bootycall 2 - J. D. Hawkins Page 0,13

realized that when I had the afternoon off, and my first thought was that I wouldn’t get to see Gemma until tomorrow. Lately it seems like that annoying babysitting arrangement is a reward, rather than a punishment.

I’ve never been one for thinking things through, and I’m still not. I’ll never be anything other than an animal of instinct, but this time my instincts are a slow burn, rather than a hot wave. I know how to sweep a girl off her feet, make the grand gesture minutes after meeting her, batter her defenses and ravage her like a whirlwind, but something inside of me is telling me to take it slow with Gemma.

I’m not even sure what it is that’s drawn me to her so relentlessly. It was easy just a few short weeks ago. All I could think about was her round ass, the way her tits bounced and moved, how her neck tasted like the finest delicacy. I still think about those things – how could I forget how hot she is? But it’s different now.

The things she’s said to me are what I think about the most. And it’s the captivating way she reacts to me that makes me want more of her. The fact that despite being an absolute fucking mess for half the time I’ve known her, she’s retained a dignity and strength that’s made me admire her.

I slide the bike into a private parking lot, the booth officer nodding me through – I’m easily recognizable; there aren’t many high-profile stars who ride motorcycles with hot chicks on the back.

I step off the bike and look at Gemma. There’s a soft breeze blowing her skirt against her legs, giving me little fleeting reminders of how sensational her body is.

“You ready to spend some money?” I ask.

“Dylan…” she says, with a voice that sounds like someone taking back a gift. “I don’t actually have much money right now. I mean, I had to pay a deposit on my apartment when I moved, and I had to buy a bunch of new stuff for it, and then—”

“Whoa!” I say, putting my hands on her shoulders. “Stop it, before I get any more offended. Did you really think you’d be paying? It’s on me.”

“Oh—but I can’t do that,” she says, shaking her head. “Thanks, and everything, but…it wouldn’t be right. I know it’s nothing to you, but I was raised to think nothing comes for free. Maybe we can just have a coffee or something? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I take a step back so that I can appreciate the full length of Gemma’s humble integrity. She couldn’t get much hotter if I lit her on fire.

“Could you be any more noble? I thought people like you only existed in movies – and even there I didn’t believe it.”

She laughs, then kills me with that little thing she does; the pushing-her-hair-behind-her-ear thing. I know I’m gonna replay that gesture the next time I’m alone in bed.

“I just don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage.”

“You’re not, ok? This isn’t free.”

She raises an eyebrow, raising that guard again. “Oh? What am I going to have to give you for it?”

“You already have,” I say. “You’ve been amazing to me, Gemma. Since the shoot started I haven’t had to think about anything except the film. I’ve never had it so easy. Don’t think I don’t notice how much you’re doing for me. Whatever they’re paying you is not enough, and I want to really show you how much I appreciate it.”

“I don’t know…” she says, but I can see her reluctance seeping away, see that she knows exactly how honest I’m being.

“Plus, I owe you for putting up with me. Not many people would stick around with a guy who treated them as badly as I did you.”

Gemma nods, considering. “That’s very true.”

“Frankly, I deserve a good punch in the eye for doing all of that. Taking you shopping would be a lot better for me, personally, though.”

“Is the punch in the eye out of the question, then?” she teases.

I rub my chin thoughtfully while Gemma grins. “Well at least let me show you the shops first before you make up your mind,” I say, taking her by the hand and leading her toward the elegant storefronts that line the sun-baked street of Rodeo Drive. “Because makeup will be furious with me if I show up tomorrow with a black eye.”

I notice the way Gemma goes quiet