Author:M.S. Force

“And loving every minute of it.”


Young and vanilla and from the heartland and so far removed from the kind of woman I normally pursue… I need to get out of here and get back to work before Hayden has me killed, but I can’t bring myself to move. Not while the young and stunning Natalie Bryant sits across from me, looking slightly shell-shocked to be sharing coffee with me. I hate that part of fame, too. Right now, I wish to be just a man having coffee with a gorgeous woman, but I’m always Flynn Godfrey, Movie Star. It’s as if the words “movie star” are part of my name, like Junior or Senior or Roman numerals.


She regards me with a glint of humor in her eyes that I find wildly attractive. “I’d ask you what you do, but I already know. Movie star. I’d ask where you’re from, but I know that, too. Beverly Hills. I’d ask how old you are, but I know you’re thirty-two—”


“Thirty-three,” I say, amused by her recitation. “I’m surprised you don’t know about the Christmas birthday.”


“I know that superstar actor Max Godfrey married superstar singer Estelle Flynn, and when their son was born on Christmas Day, Flynn Godfrey was anointed Hollywood royalty. I could ask if you have siblings, but I know there’re three sisters, all of them older. So what else should we talk about?” As she poses the question, she props her chin on her upturned hand and gives me a cheeky little smile that slays me.


I’m slain. I’m enchanted. And I’m late. “We could talk about dinner,” I say before I give myself even two seconds to think about what I’m doing. I can’t let her get away without knowing I’ll see her again. I need to see her again.




“Are you familiar with the third—and often final—meal of the day?”


“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never had it with the biggest movie star in the world.”


I grimace, because at this moment, I hate that I’m the biggest movie star in the world, especially if it’s going to cost me the chance to spend more time with this incredible woman. “Is that a major turnoff?”


“Not a turnoff, per se, but you have to admit that for a school teacher from Nebraska spending her first year in New York City, this has been a rather surreal morning.”


“I can see how it would be from your perspective, but from mine, it’s been a rather refreshing kind of morning. I was hoping it could also be a refreshing sort of evening, too.”


“I won’t sleep with you.”


I’m stunned speechless, which almost never happens. I can’t recall the last time someone has surprised me so profoundly.


Her face flushes with color that only adds to her beauty. I want to feel the heat of her cheeks under my lips, and my cock stirs to life as that thought makes it to my addled brain.


“I’m sorry. That was rude. You weren’t asking me to go to bed with you.”


“No, I wasn’t.” I smile at her flustered state. “Not yet, anyway. I thought we could begin with dinner and go from there.”


“As long as ‘going from there’ doesn’t involve a bedroom, I’d consider having dinner with you.”


I’m far more relieved than I should be to know I’ll get to see her again. “I promise there’ll be no mention of bedrooms.”


“Or sofas or backseats or any other horizontal surfaces.”


“You forgot walls, stairwells and shower stalls. I do some of my best work vertically.”


Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an adorable O that makes me want her fiercely. “You’re rather experienced at these things.”


“It’s more about imagination than experience.”


“I, um, I should go and let you get back to work.”


I want to kick myself for taking our flirtation a step too far and unsettling her to the point that she wants to get away from me. “I apologize for being forward. I was only teasing. You have my word I’ll behave as a perfect gentleman while in your presence, and I’d be extremely honored if you would have dinner with me tonight.”


“You… you’d be honored.”


“That’s what I said.”


“Why?” She seems genuinely curious. “You could go out with any woman in the world. Why me? My dog bit you, made you bleed. I’d think you’d be furious with me, not asking me out.”


Does she not have the first clue how adorable she is? “Why not you? I told you. It’s just a scratch. I’ve already forgiven Fluff.”


At the sound of her name, Fluff bares her teeth at me.


“That’s nice of you. I haven’t forgiven her yet.”


“Could I have your address?” I withdraw my phone from my coat pocket so I can type it in as she hesitantly shares the information. “How about your phone number so I can call you if I’m running late?”


The area code is one I don’t recognize, so I assume it’s a Nebraska phone number. “Got it.” I stand, reluctantly. “I’ll text you so you’ll have my number if you need to reach me.” I wish I had nowhere to be on this cold-ass day. I’d like to spend more time with her. “Sorry to drink and run.”


“Thank you for the coffee.”