Edward was a gentleman, but having a sexy woman changing in the back of his car was a hard temptation to resist.
Wow, she has nice tits.
She peeled off the layers of clothing and he watched her in the rearview mirror, feeling a sudden urge to pull over and help her out of her clothes. It was the least he could do, right? He quickly shook off the thoughts and forced his concentration back to driving since he was swerving wildly in his lane. A pair of oncoming headlights on the two-lane road really helped the focus.
His jeans threatened to rip at the crotch when he glanced back again and stifled a groan as she slid her black thong off her feet and flung it into the front seat. Edward was torn between grabbing it and taking a healthy sniff of her feminine scent or ignoring it. Would it be gross if he stuffed the crotch in his mouth and sucked on the fabric? Yes, that actually would be disgusting. What if he had them backward? His thoughts were now freaking him out.
A blaring horn and oncoming headlights jerked him back into the real world, and Ami flopped around in the back seat. He almost cut off the car in the lane next to him when he swerved
back into his lane. The other driver flipped him off as he passed.
Didn't the asshole know he had a seminude rock singer in the backseat? Edward thought for a second, What the hell am I doing in the front if I have a sexy babe in the backseat unclothed?
Ami plopped back into the front seat. “Well I found this T-shirt and a pair of camouflage shorts. It's ironic that I'm wearing camouflage since I've got to go commando on the underwear."
The thought made Edward bite his lip. A little voice from between his legs whispered, “Commando? I think we need to do a special reconnaissance mission over the area."
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Chapter Two
"Why'd you want to leave?” Edward asked as he sipped from a cup of hot coffee.
"I just had to go,” Ami muttered while shoveling large forkfuls of apple pie into her mouth.
Edward smiled when she looked up at him and reached out to wipe a small spot of whipped cream from the corner of her mouth. “I guess we all have our reasons for doing crazy things. Life catches up to all of us at some point."
"Why didn't you turn me over to the cops or someone at the show?"
"Because of the way you asked me to just take you away. You seemed so desperate. I just—well I felt like this was the right thing to do. I'm not the type of person to leave someone who needs a helping hand."
"You married?"
Edward paused a second. “Nope, I was, but single right now."
"I probably look like shit, but I'm feeling a million times better than earlier.” Ami let out a deep breath and looked at Edward. “Can I ask you a favor?"
"Of course."
"You know anyplace that's quiet and away from everything? Somewhere I can hang out for a while, privately? Kind of like a hiding place?"
"Well, most of this area is spread out, rural. Believe me I know since I grew up out here. I live on a small farm owned by my parents. They've got a little detached home on the property, and that's where I live. It's up to you, but you can come stay at my house if you want?” Edward offered.
"Hmm.” Going to a fan's house isn't the best idea in the world—in fact most times it's a nightmare.
"I'm harmless. I'm just happy to help."
"Okay.” She nodded. “I accept. Take me to your place. I really don't want to go back just yet. I don't have any more shows to do for a while, but the fucking radio promos, magazine shoots, not to mention the constant bitching with lawyers about money and investments and endorsement crap is driving me insane. Everywhere I go people are taking pictures and writing shit about me. I need something to make me feel normal again."
"Well ... um ... I'm honored. I haven't taken a woman to my home in a long time."
"I'll pay your parents to let me stay for a few days or a week. They just can't tell anyone who I am. I'll make a few phone calls so people won't go on some wild missing person's hunt.” She took another bite of her pie and leaned back against the padded booth chair. “Edward, thanks for this offer. I really appreciate it."
Edward felt suddenly shy. Here was the fantasy woman he dreamed about asking him to take her home. To his home.
Maybe they would go to his place, and she'd want more from him. Maybe some tender loving care. Maybe a night of passion with all the trimmings like whips and handcuffs and hand puppets. Or perhaps she'd want him to fuck her like a rabid fan, but then she'd call the cops and say he raped her. He'd end up on trial as a stalker-rapist and go to prison where the guys in the cells would see him as fresh meat and a celebrity and rape him as an example.
Or, he could take her home and she could spend a few days relaxing and regrouping like a normal person. “Can I ask why you're willing to trust me like this?"