Chasing Her Movie Star

4: He is screwed

 *Amora*

 “Seriously... you have a date with Zachary Apollo tonight ?” Brooke is staring at me like I am crazy.

 “Yup… that I do. I told you I wanted him, right ?” I say looking at myself in the mirror. “What am I going to wear ?”

 Payton makes a face. “Something sexy…doh. But how did you…get a date ?”

 “I asked him out”. I shrug and open my closet. “Maybe the pink bunny one”.

 “No”. Brooke is shaking her head. “You are going out with a freaking hot movie star. I saw those new topless shots of him... you are borrowing a dress from me”.

 “Or me”. Payton says with a smile. 

 Brooke shakes her head again. “Sorry love but.. I think your style is a step too far for Ami here”.

 “Hey are you calling me like… slutty or something ?” She places her hands on her hips, then she giggles. “Okay, you’re right.. we don’t want him jumping her in the restaurant”.

 “Hey… does anyone care what I want ?” I look at both of them, but they just shake their heads and continue to discuss what I should wear.

 As Payton is doing my makeup she looks at me. “So you really just asked him out.. how did you even find him ?”

 “I let him find me”. I shrug slightly. “I found out where he works out and…waited for him”. I grin. “Luckily he recognised me and … Well now we have a date”.

 “Wow, it’s like a fairytale”. Brooke says. “So you are not worried about the… age difference ?”

 I shake my head. “Nope, not at all. I don’t care… he is going to be mine”.

 “Does he get a say in that ?” Brooke grins as she is doing my hair, soft wavy curls falling over one shoulder. 

 “Nope, apparently he thinks himself too old or me too young or… something silly like that”. I shake my head. “I am gonna prove him wrong”.

 Payton looks at me. “So are you gonna… let him get a slice of the honey pie ?”

 I look at her weirdly and Brooke giggles. “She means if you are gonna go for a homerun on the first date…”.

 “Oh s*x…”. I bite my lip. To be honest, s*x is... not my thing. Like I tried it but I do not get the… buzz. It was mostly fumbling and boring and... Well not unpleasant but not… something I crave. “Hmm I don’t know”.

 “A man like that, who can get all the… kitten he wants… you have to give it up or he will get it from someone else”. Payton says, like it’s a known fact.

 Brooke shakes her head. “No… With a man who is used to women throwing themselves at him, you need to play hard to get or he will lose interest”.

 I tune out as they start discussing it… I don’t play games. Give it up to keep him. Play hard to get to not seem cheap… all games. I am gonna see what happens and what I feel like.

 *Zac*

 I feel more nervous than I have in a long time waiting at the table at Justine's, an edgy French restaurant that a friend told me was perfect for a dinner with a friend. But sitting here, under disco balls with music pulsing through the air I start to wonder if I made a mistake…this is definitely more a place for seducing someone, not for keeping it friendly.

 Amora had said to meet at the restaurant. I have of course offered to pick her up, but she thought me showing up at her campus might draw too much attention, and I guess she is right.

 I am about to lose my nerve and maybe even leave, when I spot her walking in and I instantly know I am so f****d. She looks absolutely stunning and sexy in a burgundy lace dress that shows off just the right amount of skin to make my imagination run wild, but keeping it classy at the same time.

 Getting up I step around the table to hug her. “Hi darling…wow you look …amazing”.

 “Thanks, I gotta say, you clean up pretty well too”. She is smiling up at me, a teasing twinkle in her eyes.

 “Thank you, I do my best”. I pull out the chair for her and she sits down.

 I keep telling myself that she is too young. That this is just a friendly dinner to thank her. That we can’t possibly have something in common. But honestly, I seem to forget as we start talking. The conversation flows like we have known each other forever and I realise she is interesting, sweet, smart and funny and we agree on most things… damn this is not gonna be easy.

 There are points where we almost forget to eat the absolutely excellent food, simply because we both have so much to say.. and other times we just sit in silence for minutes, but it never gets awkward…it’s totally naturel. I am starting to wish she was like 5 years older.

 “So…what about a drink or two at the bar before we… Call it a night ?” She looks at me as I get my credit card back from the waiter, having insisted that of course I would pay.

 I bite my lip. I should say, but she is very mature for her age… no doubt... and she is old enough to actually get a drink. That has to count for something, right ? “Okay, one… one drink is fine”.

 I offer her my arm and we go sit in the bar, once again getting immersed in our conversation. Sometimes she starts singing along to the music…or moves her body to the beat and I can’t help smiling.

 To be honest, she is amazing and intriguing… warm, deep and fun... and I enjoy her company far more than I should. Before I realise it is getting late and I have had 3 drinks. I had wine with the food too... so I guess it will be a taxi home.

 “So… time to get home I think”. I pay the bar bill and offer her my arm while walking outside. “I had too much to drink, so I’ll be getting a taxi home.. Do you want me to get one for you too… I’ll pay of course”.

 “We can share right…Save you some money”. She looks at me with a little lopsided grin.

 From what I know of the University it will only be a small detour and I guess she is right it will be cheaper than two cars... also more gentlemanly I guess. “Sure”.

 I get a taxi and hold the door for her to get in, before sliding in myself, I give the driver my address then look at Amora. “First we will be stopping at...”.

 “We won’t be stopping anywhere ... just that one address thanks”. She says softly, placing her hand on my thigh... yup I am royally screwed.