The Ivy in Los Angeles was expensive and picturesque, with a quaint, white picket fence surrounding outdoor tables, which was a complete contrast to the actual attitude of the place. It gave the impression of being friendly and welcoming, when in reality, only the stars were seated on the patio, and anyone who was an unknown was seated inside and virtually ignored. I was just glad to be appropriately dressed for the occasion, since it was a high-end restaurant.
I decided to park a few blocks away though, because my car is such a piece of junk. Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love and appreciate my car, but Reggie would pitch a fit if he saw me driving up in it around a new potential client, so I parked two blocks away around the corner and walked.
It was hot and uncomfortable, but I took my time so I wouldn’t be too flushed or sweaty when I got to the restaurant. My thoughtful actions delayed me, and that made Reggie frustrated regardless. I didn’t need my mind-reading powers to see that. From a distance, I could see he was speaking companionably with a guy I assumed was the new potential client, but when he caught sight of me, his lips thinned and his eyes narrowed. Thankfully, he was trying to put on a good face for his new client, which meant I wasn’t going to catch hell just yet. I had no doubt he would say something to me later, though.
“Here she is. My assistant, Taylor Lane.” Reggie forced a smile to his face as I walked up, though his thoughts spoke for themselves. Jesus, fuck. She took fucking long enough, and we’re sweating our asses off here.
“Sorry for the delay.” I walked up and held out my hand to the attractive man standing beside Reggie. He was medium height and build, though a little on the lean side, and probably a few years older than me. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and thrown on some jeans and a T-shirt with casual leather hiking sandals. Not exactly the height of fashion, yet in a strange way, the absolute height of fashion for the young Hollywood elite.
He had grayish-blue eyes peering out from under his overlong, dark blond locks, which were fashionably swept across his forehead in a slightly adult-modified Bieberesque fashion. Appreciation lit his eyes, as they did a quick and involuntary sweep of my body. Though his thoughts weren’t fully articulated, I could sense the surge of interest and his desire to see my breasts naked, which made me want to smirk. Guys were so easy. Still, it was flattering. I appreciated the complimentary reaction.
“Absolutely worth the wait. Paul.” He introduced himself with a charismatic grin, holding my hand longer than was absolutely necessary. Gorgeous purred through his mind.
Reggie noticed the lingering touch, and his anger drained away as though by magic. I could already see his brain scheming to see if he could work this to his advantage, and I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
“We should sit,” Reggie interjected smoothly. “Our table is ready.”
“After you,” Paul said to me, and I preceded him, knowing he was going to watch my ass as I walked ahead. That was okay with me. I do have a fine ass I’ve worked hard to shape. However, I wasn’t expecting to “feel” Paul’s strong desire to cup my ass and “see” how well he imagined it fitting in his hands, which made me blush. I like to pretend nothing shakes me, but with sex and intimacy I can definitely be embarrassed. It made it difficult for me to look him in the eye as he held my chair out for me. Maybe this whole mind-reading thing just wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
We were shown to one of the patio tables, which was a testament to Reggie’s power in Hollywood. I recognized a few famous faces, though really, I’ve worked in Hollywood long enough to have lost my awe of celebrity.
Over fancy mineral water, we discussed stars and movies in general, agreeing that there was a strong need for more meaningful, meat-and-potato movies and not just the cotton-candy fluff that was coming out. We also discussed Paul’s first screen sensation, which was the reason he was suddenly thrust into the limelight, needing representation.