“Kiss me,” I growled, forcing my mouth over hers. “Kiss me while we fuck.”
“Yes,” she breathed in reply. “Anything for you, Damien. “I’m yours. Do anything you want with me.”
Then I heard the real Kylie’s voice. “He hurt me so much,” she said, her chin and bottom lip wobbling. “It’s torn our family apart. My dad is so upset, he just wants us all to get along, but I can’t forgive either of them for what they did.”
“Hey,” I offered, full of sympathy for Kylie’s heartache. “Forget about all that. We’re here to make a deal. You want the role and I’m warming to the idea. I like what I’ve seen of you, Kylie. I meant it when you walked in here tonight. You’re a knockout. You’ve got guts too. And you know, I’ve been watching you talk and I just think…you might tell me I’m full of shit but I think I just might reconsider my previous statement on not casting you in that role. I mean you’ll still have to audition but I think I’d be open to considering it at least.”
“Oh. My. God. Really?”
The tremor in Kylie’s chin ceased immediately. Instead she stared at me with slack-jawed amazement.
“That’s a really attractive look, Kylie,” I grinned, pointing towards her hanging chin. “In England we call that gormless.” I mimed a village idiot look just like hers and laughed. Then, suddenly serious I dropped the bombshell. “Like I said, you still have to audition. But if you audition and you do get through… you get the part on one condition.” I leaned in again for emphasis, my voice dropping to a low tone. “We enter a contract. The shooting takes place in Paris. The shooting will go on as normal but every night when the work is done you spend the night with me. Nobody else. Only me.”
Kylie blinked and I thought her mouth was going to drop open again. “I can’t do that,” she stammered, her face flushed. “I’m not like that, Mister Taylor. And after Rafe, I …”
Sneering when I spoke his name, I asked, “Did Rafe ruin you for other men? Was he so great in bed?”
Kylie’s blush deepened. Embarrassment or anger, I wasn’t too sure which. “Please, Mister Taylor. Don’t speak like that.” She cast an anxious glance about the restaurant. “I don’t know what you think I am, but I’m not the same as Jenny. I’m not some man-hungry slut who sleeps around.”
“And I don’t think you are. That’s part of your appeal, for me anyway. I don’t know why myself, not really, but from almost the first moment I saw you I’ve wanted you. Sure,” I shrugged, “it’s partly sexual. I’m a highly-sexed bloke and you’re a feisty, highly desirable woman.” My gaze raked across the scooped neck of Kylie’s dress. “Of course there’s sex.” I leaned forward and grabbed both Kylie’s hands, our first physical contact other than the kiss on her cheek earlier. “But there’s more, Kylie. I’m hungry for you. I want to experience all of you – your body and your mind. Sure, I could fuck any number of stunningly beautiful women, but that’s just one level, nothing but satisfying a need like eating when you’re hungry. What I feel for you goes way deeper than that.”
“I still couldn’t do it, Mister Taylor. Please, I’ll do anything else. Be reasonable.”
I had to break her, had to make her change her mind. She would submit to my will.
“Was he good?” I asked.
“What? Who?” Kylie responded, puzzled.
I let the silence balloon between us. Oh, there was muted conversation and tinkles of cutlery around us, but we were enveloped by our own bubble of total quiet while we locked gazes again.
Kylie heaved a weary sigh. “Rafe,” she murmured. “You’re talking about Rafe and me in bed, aren’t you?”
“Did Rafe ever tell you he wanted you while you were sat in a restaurant? I mean like we are now. Did he whisper in your ear how badly he wanted you? So much that he could just take you even with all these other people watching? Do you ever think about being watched, Kylie?”
All I got in response was a mute stare.
“What I’d do, Kylie, is I’d tell you to take off your knickers, your panties I mean, and then sit there, right there in that chair and open your legs so I could see you. See that part of you exposed. I’d get you to hike up your dress so that from the waist down your all naked and vulnerable to my whim.
“Does the thought of that turn you on, Kylie? It does me. I’m rock hard right now just picturing us together. That’s just one thing, one game I’ll play with you. We could go to the bathroom right this second. Would that turn you on? That and the fact we might get caught any time. Just think of watching your reflection in the mirror; so hot. Just imagine the thrill of that risk. Of being caught.