ANYA
The next day is a rest day and Danny has been busy with long hours everyday. This week has been mostly lengthy, intense scenes and I can tell most of the cast and crew have been a little bit stunned by the effort he’s putting in. I’m not. I knew he just needed a push, a little support.
And regular orgasms.
Although, they haven’t been too regular with our busy schedules, the not-on-set rule I created, and the not-in-public rule he made. Options have been significantly limited. There are really only so many excuses I can make to go up to follow him up to his room when Jaques drops him off.
That’s why, after a late wrap last night, I suggested we could meet at my place today. Danny’s answering groan of relief was all I needed. “Do you have a regular sized fridge?”
So here I am, frantically cleaning the entire apartment. My phone rings in my pocket. I pull my rubber gloves off and tuck my phone between my shoulder and ear.
“I’m lost,” Danny huffs into the phone before I say a word.
“You really do need to be handheld at all times, don’t you?” I throw the gloves and cleaning products under the sink.
“I would be fine if your instructions weren’t ‘big door on the right’.”
“What can you see?”
“Lots of big fucking doors on the right.”
I laugh and open the window on the Juliet balcony. Leaning over the railing, I spot Danny up the street with one hand on his phone and the other on his hip.
“Now tell me,” I say cheekily. “Can you tell your left from your right?.”
“I came from a different direction!”
I lean further out the window and stick my fingers in my mouth, letting out a wolf whistle. Danny spins in my direction and I can see his glare from here. I wave.
“You better hope no one else heard that,” he says, crossing the street to my door.
“I think you’ll live. I’ll buzz you up. Fourth floor.”
Once I confirm he’s in the building, I anxiously start fluffing pillows as I wait. How long does it take him to walk up four flights of stairs for god’s sake? I’m trying really hard not to think about how this is the first time that we’ve met up somewhere other than his hotel, that this is the first time that we’ve arranged to meet up outside of work.
A light knock sounds at the door, making me jump.
“Who is it?” I tease.
“Noise complaint. Something about a whistle.”
I swing the door open and try not to swallow my tongue at the sight of his bright blue eyes.
“You going to let me in?”
God, I’m just standing still staring at him like a fool. “Uh, yeah.” I step back and he moves. I freeze. This is so not like normal. Should I kiss him? Hug him? High five?
“Stop being weird, freckles.” He looks around my apartment pensively. He pokes his head into every room and I follow along, awkwardly hovering over his shoulder.
“I’m not being weird.” Should I give him a tour? Or just show him the way to the bedroom?
He finally settles his attention on me, his lips rising in his insufferable smirk.
“Is this place a rental?”
Huh? “No, it’s my Aunt’s. She’s traveling.”
That smirk grows. “Anya, this place is posh.”
