Taming the Heiress (3 page)

I don't go on a single date. I even decline
Angus' invitation to come clubbing with the guys, which would
surely score me a star struck girl.

All I do is mope around my apartment,
occasionally stalking her private Facebook profile (which I've sent
a friend request to a week ago, and she promptly ignored it).
Unfortunately, she has it pretty much locked up, and staring at her
microscopic profile photo on my iMac doesn't do much for me.

I go as far as buying a magazine that
advertises a fashion feature with her, flipping impatiently to the
photos of her.

She's dressed in a short, vintage-looking
floral dress in one of the photos and it quickly becomes one of my
favorites. It's a candid shot, and for once, her lips are not
pouty, but smiling widely.

I'm sure she hates this photo with all of
her heart, because it shows more of her real side. And I've already
come to realize, Francesca is all about being as perfect as she can
be.

That night, a week or so later, I have a
movie premiere to go to.

It's my mother's newest movie, some silly
romantic comedy with erotic elements. And trust me, I have better
things to do with my time than watch my mother in various
compromising poses, but her agent is insisting I come along.

Not that she'll have time for me of course -
mother dearest will be busy with the photographers, posing for
photos and answering questions. I'm sure I'll get my fair deal of
attention as well, though.

I briefly contemplate asking Francesca to
join me, but it would be too awkward. She's made it plain and
simple to me that she doesn't want anything to do with me.

Whether I'll always be so compliant is
another thing, though.

I get ready for the premiere in the last
minute, choosing a tux from my closet with some fancy Italian
label. My hair is still shaved at the sides and longer on top,
which I'm sure my traditional-sex-scene-shooting-movie-star mother
will hate.

My driver is waiting downstairs, as well as
a few photographers who shout my name and take my photo. I give a
friendly wave, since I'm feeling in a good mood, then get in the
car.

We're at the venue soon enough, and
immediately, a swarm of photographers crowds our car. I get out,
pulling down my sunglasses since it's still light out, flashing my
smile at the people waiting to me.

An assistant immediately takes my hand and
pulls me towards the red carpet, which is already star-studded with
many big movie names.

"Kaiden! Kaiden, over here!"

The shouts tune out everything else in my
mind and I pose for some photos, the white noise finally managing
to block the thought of Francesca out of my mind.

That is until I find myself standing
directly next to her.

She's dressed in a soft pink dress that
accentuates her hair and eyes beautifully, her body a delight in
the dress which is skin tight on top and flows seamlessly down to
the floor. It would be perfectly respectable, were it not for the
thigh high split in one side, revealing her perfectly toned
legs.

"Fuck," I curse under my breath.

"Kaiden! Who has your attention, Kaiden? Who
are you looking at?"

For once, I decide to ignore my mother's
warnings to keep all my relationships off the red carpet. Instead,
I listen to my heart, which is telling me one thing and one thing
only.

Go to Francesca.

As if in a trance, I walk over to her, and
she spots me when I'm a few steps away. Just seeing her beautiful
face makes mine light up and I stare at her as a slow grin spreads
over my face.

"You look nice," I say softly when I come
close enough, and I can tell the photographers are going crazy,
snapping so many photos of us, we'll probably be the highlight of
this premiere, when the focus should really be on my mother.

"You clean up nice," she retorts, smiling
shyly. And I live for that fucking smile, her full lips pulling
upwards at the corners, like she can't quite help herself.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I was invited," she says defensively, like
I've accused her of crashing her party. "It's good publicity, you
know."

I nod with a wide smile. "Want to sit next
to me?" I offer lamely, immediately cursing in my head for sounding
like some third grader.

She stifles back a smile, and looks at me
regretfully. "I thought our seats were assigned."

"Hey, my Mom's a movie star," I say
conspiratorially. "I'm pretty sure I can pull a few strings."

Her eyes dart sideways for a moment, where a
group of giggling girls her age are standing. I can tell she came
with them, and she's contemplating whether she should stick to her
plan or come with me, like I suggested.

I cross my fingers behind my back.

"Okay," she finally says, offering me a
small smile.

And that just about makes my day.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I had promised myself I would stay away from
Kaiden Hunter, knowing he was bad news. He's a womanizer and a
libertine, at least according to the press ...

But as soon as I see him walking over to me
on the red carpet, so determined to have me, I can't resist but to
accept his offer.

Plus, he's fucking hot.
Especially in
that tux - though I've spent the last few minutes imagining what he
looks like underneath it.

I take Kaiden's hand and let him guide me
into the darkened theater, waving occasionally at people he knows.
I feel out of place - my place is in fashion shows and
up-and-coming venues, not movie premieres like this one.

But somehow, Kaiden's presence manages to
calm me down.

We finally reach out seats and sit down.
There's no time for chit chat, as the program starts immediately. I
stare in awe at all the movie stars immediately, and perk up when
Kaiden's mother enters the stage before us.

She must be over fifty, having had Kaiden
quite late, but she's absolutely gorgeous. She's wearing a very
appropriate dress that still accentuates her beautiful figure, and
she looks like I want to look when I'm her age.

I listen to her kind thanks and think she
really is a true movie star. Somewhere in the middle of her speech,
my eyes dart over to her son sitting next to me, and I notice he's
staring at me with an amused look on his face.

I blush. I
actually
blush. I don't
think I've done that since I was about 12 years old.

Then, the movie starts.

I'm immediately intrigued by the premise and
start following the story closely. It's a romantic comedy about a
woman (played by Kaiden's mother) and her daughter, who both fall
in love with the same guy.

I'm engrossed in the story when I feel a set
of fingers on my hand.

I try to look down as inconspicuously as
possible and spot Kaiden's hand holding my own. He meets my eye
hesitantly, and I give him an encouraging look after a second of
thinking about it. He takes my hand in his and holds it tightly in
his palm.

It's just handholding, but my heart is
pounding like it's the end of the world. I can't focus on the story
anymore, but then Kaiden decides just holding my hand is too
innocent for him.

His hand slowly slips out of my fingers, and
I'm sorry to see it go ... Until it lands on my inner thigh.

There's no prelude, no touching my knee or
something like that. He just goes straight for the kill, using the
slit in my long dress to his advantage.

I can feel his stare on me, and I can also
feel the air in the movie theater getting hotter by the second.

Or is that just me?

I seem to be frozen into place, because I
don't ask him to move his hand or do anything to stop him ... So
his fingers start moving, coming closer to my sore clit.

I'm throbbing, and I can feel the wetness
dripping down my leg, and he hasn't even reached my thong yet. I
don't dare look at him, but I realize I won't be able to say
no.

Because I want this just as badly as he
does.

I hear him shuffling in the seat next to me
and I realize he's repositioning himself so no one can see what
we're doing. At least he's that considerate.

I take a sharp intake of breath when his
pointer finger reaches my panties, and I can feel him do the same
when he finds me wet and willing. Hesitating only for a second, he
finally, mercifully, moves my panties for the side, his middle
finger outlining my swollen wet lips.

I'm dying for his touch, so eager for him to
plunge his fingers inside me I almost straddle him right there, in
the middle of the crowded movie theater.

Thank God the seat next to me is empty, as
is his - and then I realize he must've chosen these seats in the
back on purpose.

That stupid prick ...
Like he
actually thought I would give it up like this?!

I pout my lips and I can feel him chuckling
softly under his breath, so I shoot him an annoyed glance. But he
makes me keep my gaze on his and just then, he plunges a finger
deep inside me, my pussy taking him in, tight and ready for Kaiden
Hunter.

I gasp and immediately cover my mouth, angry
at the fact he got my body to react when my mind didn't want to.
But then I can't focus on pouting anymore, because his fingers
starts pushing inside me and it feels
so fucking good
...

He looks at me the whole time, even when I
look at the screen, too embarrassed to meet his eye. His finger is
joined by another one and I have to fight back a cry of pure
passion when he starts fucking me with both.

The movie ends right then, and the credits
come on, and I'm just about to come when he pulls his fingers out.
The lights come on and I frantically move my panties in their place
and tuck my artfully curled hair behind my ear.

Then, I risk a look at Kaiden.

It's like he's been waiting for me to turn
towards him, because he immediately raises his fingers to his mouth
and groans when he smells them. Slowly, he licks both fingers that
were inside me only seconds ago, and I nearly die right there and
then.

Instead, I gulp and practically run out of
the movie theater with Kaiden hot on my heels.

I can't believe I just did that.

I also can't believe how damn good it felt,
just touching her like that, hidden in plain sight.

I'm hot on her trail when she rushes out of
the theater, but just as I'm about to grab her hand and puller back
towards me, we run into a person I
really
don't want to see
right now.

"Kaiden!" she says happily and I smile a
sour grin.

"Hello, mother," I greet her, finally
stopping right along with Francesca, who immediately blushes a deep
shade of beetroot. I bet she's wondering whether my movie star
mother can tell what we just did when we should have been watching
her newest flick ...

"And who is your little friend?" she asks
curiously, looking at Francesca out of the corner of her eye.

Here's the thing.

I've never brought a girl home, never
voluntarily introduced someone to my mother.

Sure, she knows I have quite the reputation,
and she's met some of the girls I dated, had flings with, even. But
somehow, I want to shield Francesca from her imploring gaze, as if
afraid I'll lose her to my mother.

How sick is that?

Reluctantly, I introduce the two with a fake
smile plastered across my face.

"Mom, this is Francesca DeMarco," I say,
stepping aside so the two can shake hands. "Francesca, this is
Monica Hunter."

"Pleased to meet you," my mother says
pleasantly as she checks out Francesca, and she says something nice
in response but it's so quiet I can barely make out the words.

My mother scrutinizes Francesca's appearance
and it's the most awkward minute I've ever had to live through. I
know I've been seen with some pretty questionable women, but having
my mother stare my almost-date down is pretty awkward
nonetheless.

"I like your styling," she finally offers
with a merciful smile, and Francesca smiles gratefully while I
breathe a sigh of relief. She might not know it, but a compliment
like that from my mother means
a lot
.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hunter," Francesca says,
smiling a little awkwardly. "You look beautiful today. Are you
wearing Cartier?"

My mother's hand flutters to her neck, where
a thick necklace encrusted with jewels is resting. "Indeed I am,"
she says, looking intrigued. "You have a good eye."

Francesca blushes with pleasure and it makes
me weirdly happy to see these two connecting like they just did. My
good mood might have come too soon though, because my mother has a
new slew of questions for us, starting with one I very well can't
answer.

"So!" she says enthusiastically, looking
around, probably to check if there's a photographer around that she
should pay attention to. Finding no one of importance, she focuses
back on us. "Did you enjoy the movie?"

Francesca flushes in such a deep shade of
pink it's almost purple and I actually have to bite back a laugh.
My comments, however, come out uncensored.

"Loved it, Mom," I say enthusiastically. "I
think Francesca liked it even more than I did though! Every time I
looked at her, she was flushed and fanning herself. Especially
during the sex parts."

Francesca looks like she wishes the earth
would open underneath her and swallow her whole, but not before she
smacks me silly. And it makes me weirdly happy to get a rouse out
of her.

My mother looks quite shell-shocked as well,
but pretty soon, her expression is replaced by a pleasant smile.
"Yes, the love scene were very artistic, weren't they?" she says
dreamily.

Let me tell you, I caught a glimpse of the
sex scenes while I was playing with Francesca, and nothing about
seeing your mother's bare breasts jumping up and down on a big
movie screen screams
artistic
to me.