Samantha's POV
I can't believe, I am at James' dressing room's door now. I am already here for at least 5 minutes now. Contemplating if I'm going to knock or not. I have to do this, I have to do this I kept telling myself. So, after a deep breath I finally have the courage to do it. I knocked three times and his PA opened the door. He's shocked and confused when he saw me.
"uhm Hi, may I talk to James?" I asked nervously. The confusion is still visible in his eyes but he nodded while smiling.
"Of course, Ms. Samantha, come in." He led the way.
And there he is, sitting in front of the wide mirror, his eyes are closed. I really admire those thick long lashes and his perfect nose. Then I looked down to his lips. My gosh, no wonder he's really loved by a lot of female fans and envied by the male species. By the way, James Mendrada is a 28-year-old actor and model. He is so well-built and also exudes a very dominating presence like that of a well-respected and feared emperor. He is 6'2" feet tall, dark brown eyes and a well-trimmed black hair. He's actually an architect by profession but he said in one interview that acting will always be his passion. He came from a prestigious family owning the largest Construction company in America. He is also rumored to have a temper. He dislikes lousy actors and unprofessional people. Who wouldn't right? He's always described as a man with dominant figure and strong aura.
When we first met during the contract signing he looked so serious and well-defined. He really is the epitome of a man with perfectly refined features and a king-like character.
"Are you done examining me?" I almost jumped in my place when James suddenly spoke coldly. How did he know I was staring at him? Damn you Sam, get yourself together. "Uhm, I- I need to talk to you... in private?" I stuttered a little but I manage to sound cool, or so I thought.
"Really?" He opened his eyes and looked at me intently for a few second, before motioning to his PA to leave.
The guy seemed to understand the situation and stepped out immediately.
I still can't find the right word to say what I need to tell him. He's still staring at me intimidatingly that my mind is not functioning properly. That's why I was startled again when he uttered a word.
"So, what is it that you want to discuss with me?" He asked in a cold tone. he raised his thick brow.
"Well, I ah –" damn, what is happening to me? Why am I so fucking intimidated?
"Yes?" He said amused now. And there again I was left in dazed.
"Well... it's about the k-kissing scene later," I am literally fidgeting now.
"What about it? Are you not comfortable doing it? We can request to remove it, although I doubt if it's possible." He kept staring at me.
"No, no that's not what I mean... well, uhm.... I'm nervous because... I don't know how to do it."
Finally, I said it. But I was taken aback with his reaction. He's jaw literally dropped and now it seems like he's controlling himself not to laugh. I'm getting irritated with the way he's looking at me now.
"Was it entertaining to you?" I asked him annoyingly. He seemed to understand how I feel so he became serious.
"So, what do you want me do do then?" he asked with a devilish smirk.
Yes, Samantha, what do want him to do? I mentally cursed myself.
"Can you... t-teach me h-how to do it?" I was almost out of breath finishing my sentence.
He did not answer but he stood up and walk slowly towards me. His gaze became more and more intense as he got closer. And now, he's standing just a few inches away from me. I can even smell his fresh manly scent.
"Look at me," he said in a husky voice. I followed and looked up to him. My god he's really tall up close.
"How old are you?" he continued. I am already in haywire as we are staring at each other. But I managed to answer.
"I am 22, so don't worry, I am no longer a minor." I answered nervously. He might be thinking that I am too young for this.
"I am well aware that you're not a minor, or how will you have the role if you are. I'm just not expecting someone at your age to have never been kissed before. We're in the millennial era for crying out loud." He said in a tone I can't recognize because I am busy staring at his lips. How could a man have cherry lips even without a lipstick?
"I may be a celebrity, but I am not like those girls you're hanging out with," I told him. I'm a bit annoyed by his statements. I am aware that I am old enough to be kissed. But I don't just go around kissing anyone I want right? I actually want to preserve everything to the man I will love but with the nature of work I have I think it's impossible. I am even here, begging my co-actor to teach me how to do a kissing scene because I don't want to embarrass myself later. Yes I got to where I am now in an easy way. But it's not my fault. It's not my fault that my family is rich and powerful. Nevertheless, I still want to prove myself and my worth. I want to prove to everyone that I can do this with my own accord. I will do anything as long as it's not illegal or degrading.
To my surprise he snaked his left arm around my waist and my heart starts beating loudly as I feel the heat of his body to mine. Then his right-hand caress my cheeks.
"Just look at me baby," he said in almost a whisper. I gasped as his soft lips landed to mine. I froze. I feel like everything around me stopped. His lips aren't even moving but the loud thud of my heart is almost unbearable. It feels like it will jump out of my chest any moment. Then he broke the kiss. My eyes are still widely open due to the sudden kiss.
"Do you like that?" he asked in a playful tone. "It's just a peck, and you seemed too overwhelmed. How much more if I'll give you a full and passionate kiss?" He's teasing me now. But why am I not offended? I actually felt more disappointed when he broke the kiss. I think I want more. Damn you Samantha, are you crazy?
"Well, it's not bad," I'm trying to look less shaken. But he just chuckled. And I remember he's still holding me in his arm.
"Are you not going to let me go?" I asked but he didn't even budge.
"Why? We're not done here yet right," and there he captured my lips again, and this time he's moving slowly. Then the kiss gets deeper and deeper that I am left breathless. I am still panting as I broke from that kiss. God I never thought that this is how it feels to be kissed. There are so many sensations I could feel in my body that is so strange to me. What is happening to me? How come he has this strong effect on me?
When I looked at him, I can't determine the look in his eyes was it lust?
"So, what do you think? Am I a good kisser?" He asked me softly while his hand is still caressing my left cheek. Even his touches send tingles inside me. Just what the hell is happening to me?
"Y-yes. I guess so. How could I tell when I've never done this before?" I answered him.
"Then, good luck for later," he told me with a playful smile on his lips.
I can actually feel the heat on my cheeks with the way he's looking at me.
"Thank you," at least I managed to say before I finally bid him goodbye. I can still feel his intense gaze behind me as I left his room. I kept telling myself that it's just a practice kiss and meant nothing but my racing heart doesn't have any plan on stopping. Damn.