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Harry had no idea what he was doing or how he had gotten himself involved in this…Hermione! That's how! Damn that woman…
He sauntered into the hotel bar and slowly his eyes scanned the room. He was looking for her-the woman he'd been fantasizing about for the better half of the day. He'd seen her that morning and now he wanted-no, he needed-to see her again…he hoped to find her here now. His eyes swept across the crowd of people talking and laughing, totally oblivious to the guy standing in the door looking for a one-night stand. Then he saw her and as his eyes locked onto her. He unwittingly adjusted his pants and checked himself over. She was sitting at the bar all alone…just waitin' for a guy like him. She was, by far, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and he'd been thinking about her all day, imagining what they'd be doing with the coming of night-when he finally got her alone in his room. Slow and sweet…that's how he'd give it to her. He'd leave her begging for more….
He straightened the collar of his high-end leather jacket and made sure that enough of his torso could be seen for her to get a full appreciation of what he had to offer. Slowly he approached her, hesitating briefly when he caught sight of the ring she wore on her left hand. The fact that she was married registered only briefly with him; he didn't care. One way or another, she would be his. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled cockily as he continued to make his way toward her. He paused when she picked up a shot glass and downed her drink. Damn she was sexy…and she looked incredibly lonely. She set the glass on the bar without letting go and stared unseeingly at the small circles she'd begun to make with it. He stood back and watched patiently-slow and sweet, he reminded himself.
Finally she let go of the glass. Time to make my move, he thought as he took his final steps toward her. He grabbed her stool and spun it around until she was facing him then he placed his foot on the footrest, his knee between her legs; she was even more beautiful up close. "Oh!" she cried out in surprise.
"So baby," he said in the smoothest, silkiest voice imaginable, "what brings you here?"
She looked down at where his knee rested between her legs. Her eyes raked slowly up the length of his thigh and rested briefly on the bulge in pants. Her eyebrows rose instinctively and she licked her lips. Her eyes slowly traveled up the rest of his body. His t-shirt was tight and she could see the outline of his muscular torso and the broadness of his chest where his leather jacket opened. Finally her eyes reached his and she raised her eyebrows approvingly. "Excuse me," she said in a soft, sultry voice, "but do I know you?"
"If you didn't before, you certainly do now, don't you?" he asked, smoothly. He reached out to touch her hair and he raised one eyebrow and stared at her with sheer lust. He looked down at her heaving breasts and smiled in the same cocky way he had when he'd seen her ring. Slowly his eyes raked upward, pausing momentarily on her lips. He felt a stirring in his pants when she licked her lips again. Their eyes met at the same time and after a moment's hesitation he raised one eyebrow again and smirked. "So, you like what you see."
It was more a statement than a question, and not wanting to give too much of what she was feeling away, she shrugged slightly. "Perhaps," she said, her breathy voice betraying her, "but you still haven't answered my question." Her head was lowered slightly and she looked up at him with one raised eyebrow and wide, shining eyes. "Do I know you?"
"Of course you know me, sweetheart," he said smoothly, placing his fingers on her chin and raising her head to look deeper into her eyes. "I'm the guy you dream about every night."
His eyes moved down to her legs as she sat up straighter on the stool and slowly, deliberately uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. She was wearing a micro mini skirt that left very little to the imagination, and he caught the slightest glimpse of what awaited him when he finally got her upstairs…it was only a matter of time. He couldn't resist licking his lips in anticipation.
"And what would you know about my dreams?" she asked sensuously as she slowly moved closer to him. She raised her eyebrows and the come-hither look in her eyes made him want to take her right there on the bar. He placed his hand on her thigh and began to gently massage her silky-smooth skin.
"What does it matter when I can see you want me now?" he replied in a voice heavy with desire.
"What's your name, stranger?" she asked breathlessly.
"What do you want it to be?" he managed to ask as she began to slowly stroke her foot up and down his leg.
Turn for turn they each began to move slowly, seductively closer and closer toward each other. His hand became heavy on her thigh as his desire for her mounted and he massaged her harder and harder. Their eyes were locked in a lustful, wanting stare and their breathing had become labored. The silence in the bar became deafening as more and more the other patrons, unable to avert their eyes, watched the foreplay taking place right in front of them between two apparent strangers. Her eyes drifted from his eyes to his lips and she moistened hers with her tongue once more. They were no longer aware of their surroundings…it was all about them.
One more inch and he would taste her; he licked his lips and tilted his head slightly then slowly began to close his eyes as he prepared for the touch of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her tongue against his….
"CUT!" The director called from behind them. "You two, that was beautiful. But you," he said, pointing to the guy sitting closest to them at the bar, "what the hell you doing?"
The guy was taken aback. "Me?" he asked, pointing to himself.
"Yeah, you. What the hell you doing playin' with yourself when I'm trying to get a shot here?" The director yelled.
The man looked down and to his horror found his hand placed directly on top of the bulge in his pants. "Oh…." he looked at Harry and Hermione. Harry's hand was still massaging her thigh and Hermione could feel the wetness of desire between her legs. She still hadn't gained control of her breathing and her chest was heaving-she was staring at Harry as though she wanted to eat him alive.
Harry's breathing was heavy and the rapid rise and fall of his chest made his desire for her blatantly obvious to everyone around them. He couldn't take his eyes off her and he hadn't yet backed away. "I…oh, um…I didn't know…." the man stammered, the color in his face now nearing a sort of purplish-red.
The sound of the man struggling for words brought reality crashing down around them and Harry jumped back from Hermione as though he'd been burned. She felt an instant cold on her thigh where his hand had been and she shivered. "Sorry," he said to her quickly, unthinkingly. Hermione shook her head as she tried to come back from her dazed state.
The man's eyes moved quickly to the director and he tried once more to defend himself. "But did you see these two? Did you? I mean…damn. Who wouldn't…well…you know what I mean. They're hot…that scene is just too hot." He looked back at Harry and Hermione who were now turning very red themselves. "Are you sure you ain't done this before 'cause you guys…you guys are like…whoa!"
"Uh…yeah…we're um…we're pretty sure…." Harry stammered, looking for all the world like he wanted to fall through the floor. He looked to Hermione for some much-needed support and saw that she was still flushed and slightly breathless. He stepped back toward her and unwittingly placed his hand back on her thigh and she squirmed slightly as the warmth she'd lost returned just as quickly as it had gone. Harry was staring at her intently, his brilliant green eyes filled with concern. "Are you all right, Hermione?" he asked worriedly.
Hermione tried to swallow in an unsuccessful attempt to moisten her now dry throat. She turned to the bartender and pointed to her shot glass. "Stronger," she croaked. He poured her a double shot of whiskey and she downed it in one smooth motion, then slammed the glass onto the counter before she turned to face Harry. "I'm fine," she said huskily. "Just fine."
"That's a wrap for tonight," the director called out to them. He then pointed to the man he'd been yelling at. "You," he yelled. "You make sure you have yourself under control when we pick this up again tomorrow. I don't wanna see any more of that touchy-feely stuff when we're trying to get the shot. You got it?"
"Yes sir," the guy shouted out in a voice much louder then was necessary as he continued to try and cover his lingering embarrassment.
Harry had turned to listen to the director as he told them what time they needed to be there for the next day's filming. When everyone started to break up he turned his attention back to Hermione who seemed to have finally recovered. "Are you sure you're all right? I've never seen you act that way before," he said. "No pun intended," he added with a chuckle.
Hermione smiled back. "I'm fine, Harry. Just a little nervous I guess. We haven't really gotten to rehearse much, you know? They expect us to act this out but we haven't even made it through the scene one time yet."
Harry nodded. "Yeah, that's true. It's too bad they don't give us rehearsal time. I guess that's what you get when the movie is low budget though, huh?" he said with a laugh.
"Why don't we go back to my hotel to rehearse? These people know it's a movie. Why don't we go see if we can make the people at my hotel believe it's for real?" she suggested.
"Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah Harry, why not? It'll be fun," she said, her growing excitement coming through in her voice.
"Hermione," he said, still somewhat shocked at her proposal, "we have to kiss in this scene." His voice had dropped so low that Hermione had to listen hard to hear what he was saying. Between what had just happened between them and the prospect of actually going through with the kiss, Hermione was wound up tight. One look at the anxiety on his face and she burst out in nervous laughter.
"What?" he asked anxiously. "What're you laughing at? Hermione, I'm serious. We have to," his voice lowered once again, "kiss in this scene. I mean really kiss."
Still smiling and chuckling softly she rolled her eyes at him. "I know that Harry. We'll just practice the kiss, walk out of the bar together and then come back to check people's reactions to see if they bought our act or not. Come on, the thought of kissing me doesn't scare you that much, does it?" She tried to keep her voice light but the anxiety came through loud and clear…only Harry missed it.
"I don't know Hermione," he said shaking his head, "I have a girlfriend. Somehow this just doesn't seem right."
"Who cares? I had a boyfriend and they both know we're doing this movie together and its just rehearsal. What could it hurt?"
Reluctantly Harry agreed. "All right," he said slowly, carefully weighing his words against the knot he felt in his stomach. "I guess you're right. It is just rehearsal and they do know we're doing this." He looked at her questioningly and asked, "remind me again. Why are we doing this?"
"Oh Harry, come on. We're wasting time," she said exasperatedly as she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the bar and toward the hotel exit. This can't be good, he thought as he remembered the way she'd made him feel just a short time ago.
This is going to be great, she thought as she turned her head to look at him. He was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to take notice of the perfectly devilish grin she had plastered on her face as she anticipated what was to come. She had to focus all her willpower into not screaming or jumping up and down in her excitement.
She'd always wondered how it would feel to kiss Harry…now she was about to find out and the anticipation was well on its way to killing her.