Today was different, the familiar aroma of mocha was further than yesterday. Her warm presence was far from him as well, two seats from him.
His eyes slowly followed, there was a guy beside her. The guy from media, he could remember when he dropped his camera in pool when he saw her emerging out of it.
He rolled his eyes at how cozy he was being with her, not that he cared.
After the shoot he would call Mina for the night or maybe Kelly.
Today was different, he noticed she had two cups of mocha on this stand, the camera guy took one. No... She offered him one, he couldn't help but shift uncomfortably on his seat.
She did this for him whenever he had to practice his french, but he would decline and she might end up drinking both or a college would get it.
The mocha the media guy was having was suppose to be his, she should be by him helping him learn his french lines, that's what she's been paid for.
The first day, he didn't like her. She had that kind of eyes that didn't scream that she was a fan, or important. She didn't have the accent of a frenchman.
The annoying part was that she was showing him both side of a coin at the same time, offering him mocha and pretending not to be a fan.
But not she was smiling with the media guy, her eyes twinkling as she conversed with him, she's never done that with him, ever.
"You look like you were having a great time with him."
"Pierre is a great guy, and very talented.
"Mhm, he also like mocha.
"Yeah, he's a barista back home in Lilles."
"Oh he's french."
"Yeah, he finds it fascinating that I monetize a language that isn't my first."
"He sounds fun." There was a hint of sarcasm but she didn't catch it. The glint in her eyes were gone and she looked more professional.
He didn't like it, his manager had told him that he could complain if he didn't like something or someone. He could complain that he didn't like her service and she would replaced immediately but for some reason he did not.
The following week, he saw them chatting again. She was holding a cup holder with two mocha drinks on it, Pierre was holding was holding a camera and a brown bag.
They sat few seats from him, not that they were ignoring him almost like an unspoken rule not to disturb the star actors except it's important, they hardly kept confidence with other departments.
'she could at least offered me a drink, like she always do.' He thought.
He turned his face away, even closed his eyes that way he could drown the image of the couple drinking mochas from each other's mouth.
His eyes snapped open, why would he think that?, even if that happens it none of his business.
***
"I want you to sleep with me." He blurted out, his eyes didn't waver. He watched her for any sign of shock or bashfulness
"No." She said as she flip through the script, her reaction shocked him more than her answer. She didn't spare him a glance, it's almost like she expected him to say it.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to.
"I just told you why I want to, you're invading my thoughts. I can hardly do my fucking lines and it's messing up what I've built.
"That's sad, so sleeping with your french tutor would help."
"Most of the time, it does. I meet a girl, can't stop thinking about her but when we have sex I get my head back in the game.
"Wow, that must be an experience." He rolled his eyes.
"How much would it cost to get you to sleep with me?"
"Hmm, it won't cost you because it's not happening.
"Is it because you're fucking Pierce.
"Pierce is a married man, I don't fuck married men, you're lines got improved."
He wasn't sure if she was deliberately embarrassing him or she was just been ignorant at the fact that she was invading his very being.
She wasn't his type, he lost count of how many models and fans he has slept with in different places.
He likes them petite, and shy and ready to jump his bones and ready to bend to his will_ she was quite the opposite, it's almost like she equally didn't like him but didn't let it get in the way of her job
"Do you hate me?"
"Did you do something that should make me hate you?"
"You make it look like I did" this was worse, she didn't like him, nor did you she hate him.
"I could have Kirk fire you
"Why? On what basis?"
"It could be anything, what I say goes.
"Very well then I'd like to hear from Kirk soon." She shrugged. She continued with the lesson, he didn't call Kirk and another day of french came and another, it was almost like she knew he would not get rid of her.
Not long after, his arrangement with women bedded change_mocha skin tone, curvy body and ass soft and difficult to cup but a likable challenge.
There was one that almost came close to looking like her, she was older and docile but it was enough, he thought.
"Dude you look lighter, opposite of how you were last time we went out."
"I've been resting.
"Hmm, you've been eating good."
"Yo, I've been meaning to ask. Can I get that your lady teach digits?
"Why what's up?"
"Bro she fine, I saw her last week teaching Star boy here some kick ass french lines and those lips made french sound like a love language for Gods.
"Dude, I heard she has a man." Teejay was getting pissed off at this, but Ian's words made him stiffen.
"Really?, you sure Tee hasn't tap that? Because girls aren't what they are.
"No I haven't slept with her
"Not yet, before your Gala you should be balls deep in those planets.
It wasn't a new thing to have a woman cheat on her partner with another, it did make sense why she rejected him.