“It’s LA, baby, I’ve got to give you the full A-list experience.” I managed to fit her suitcase and laptop in the tiny space behind the seats and helped her into the passenger seat. “You look like you belong in this car.”
“Can I drive it?” She arched her eyebrow in the delightful way she did. “I promise I won’t crash it.”
“Sure, we’re going to take a drive to Orange County on PCH tomorrow, I’ve booked us in the Ritz in Laguna Beach.” I took the wheel and sped off after spying a few paparazzi heading our direction.
“Ty, you didn’t need to do that, I’m happy just spending time with you and hopefully seeing even more of you soon.” She winked at me, put her hand over mine on the gear shift, and squeezed.
“I’m wining and dining you first, babe. Get used to it.” I smirked.
Showing her the prowess of my fine automobile all the way from the airport to West Hollywood, I squealed up to the valet on Santa Monica Boulevard in front of Dan Tana’s, one of Hollywood’s oldest establishments, figuring Zoey would appreciate the ironic atmosphere of a “seen and be seen” location. Handing the valet a hundred bucks, I grabbed her hand and we walked inside when the telltale flashes of the paparazzi cameras flickered like fireworks around us.
“Ty, who’s your date?”
“Tyson Rainier look over here.”
“Who’s the girl, Ty?”
“Is that your girlfriend, Ty?”
Zoey didn’t let go of my hand but was clearly taken aback by the crazy level of attention we got, even though she tried to joke about it. I was used to it in LA but cursed myself silently for making such a rookie mistake. I usually had Sergey with me or avoided paparazzi havens, so I hadn’t even factored in the possibility of us getting ambushed until it happened. Once inside, we were treated wonderfully just like every other celebrity who frequented the Italian staple and ushered into a red-leather booth tucked into the back of the restaurant. Strategically, I sat with my back to the room, allowing Zoey to take the seat where she could survey our surroundings.
“That was intense.” Her eyes wide, she reached across the table and hooked my index finger in hers. “Is it always that way for you these days?”
“Depends on where we go. I wanted to take you here because it’s fun and so iconic. Even after all these years, I forget that being out in public has its disadvantages,” I explained, not wanting to overwhelm her with the reality of how my public appearances usually went.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, but can I get you to sign this?” A teenage boy held out a piece of paper to me, which I quickly scribbled on, so he’d go away. He asked me a few questions, which I answered and soon enough he went back to his seat.
“Are you always so sweet to your fans?”
“I guess so.” I shrugged.
“So, what are we eating?” Zoey studied the menu.
“The lasagna is my favorite.” God, it was so comforting to be with someone who had known me before I had fame, she loved me for who I was. I could only hope that she found the celebrity shit amusing.
“That sounds great.” She shut her menu and glanced around the room, quietly giving me a comical play-by-play of the various other celebrities who were scattered at tables around the room, which had me laughing hard.
A bellyful of lasagna, four autographs, and a repeat paparazzi performance later, we were speeding up the Hollywood Hills to my rambler house, which was modest by LA standards, but still had a great view of the city.
“I cannot believe that you own two homes, Ty.” Zoey flitted about the house, taking in the décor—more cottagey than my modern Seattle abode, mainly because I never bothered to remodel.
“I got it only because we’re here so much for industry stuff.” I was about to put on the kettle for tea. “It gives me more privacy than a hotel, and it’s weird to say but having real estate is good business.”
“You’re dreamy.” Zoey moved toward me and stood on her tippy-toes to caress my hair and bat her eyes at me flirtatiously. “I love grown up Ty talking about real estate, he’s very, very sexy.”
“What am I going to do with you?” I reached around her waist and grabbed her ass to yank her flush against me.
“I can think of quite a few things I’d like you to do to me.” Zoey jumped up into my arms, hooking her legs around my waist and winding her arms around my neck. “Enough stalling, I want to ride my cowboy!”
Growling, I ground my hardening cock against her pussy. The tea forgotten, I carried her to my bedroom where the floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto the pool and the valley below.
Zoey hopped down and slowly pulled her tunic off, wiggling her cute, curvy butt as she stepped out of her shoes and stripped off her leggings. Skipping to the window in just her black bra and tiny black thong, she placed her hands on the window and looked over her shoulder at me and smiled through her long, wild blonde hair.
Growling, I stalked over to her like a panther, stripping off my T-shirt on the way. Placing my hands over hers on the window, I couldn’t resist tracing the sensitive spot between her neck and ear with my tongue while rubbing my erection against her ass. She wiggled her hips, pushing her backside into my steely length. I suckled behind her ear, tracing my fingertips up her arms to her shoulder and back down again, reaching around to cup her breasts and thumb her pebbled nipples through the lace of her bra.
Eyes closed, Zoey lay back against my shoulder and shimmied her ass against my swollen cock. Using my thumbs, I pushed the
