I hurried and got ready, pulling my hair up into a ponytail and throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt. Before I knew it, I was standing in Dylan's airport hangar of luxury vehicles that he called a garage, staring at the coolest looking motorcycle I had ever seen.

"After seeing your car and now this, are you sure you aren't Batman?" I asked, and he busted out laughing.

"Not yet, but if the part came up I would sure as hell audition for it," he said with a smirk, handing me a helmet and then putting one on himself.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?" he asked, helping fasten my helmet under my chin.

"A few times when I was younger I rode on Ellie's Dad's with him but his motorcycle didn't look anything like this."

"Well this is a 2017 MTT 420 RR. The fastest motorcycle in the world. It can go up to 273 miles per hour," he told me proudly.

"So you have the fastest car in the world and now the fastest motorcycle in the world? Are you obsessed with speed or something?" I asked. "You do realize going that fast scares the shit out of me, right?"

"Don't worry. I'm not obsessed with speed. I just like having the fastest vehicles because they hold their value a lot longer. I would never go anywhere near that fast, especially not with you on the back," he said, getting on and throwing his leg over, patting the seat behind him.

I hesitated and he could tell I was nervous, so he said, "I promise. I'll go the speed limit. This will just help us get around all the traffic so we won't get stuck in a traffic jam. We might even get there with time to spare. Maybe even enough to have another go in my dressing room," he said, wagging his eyebrows up and down with a sexy smirk.

"What? You're crazy!" I laughed.

"I'm just teasing. I just wanted to see you smile," he said with a laugh. "Unless you want to."

"Dylan!" I laughed, smacking his arm..

"Ok. I'll try to control myself. Come on," he said with a nod of his head and I slowly walked over and put my leg over his motorcycle and scooted close to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and holding on tight.

He started up the bike and the motor rumbled as he revved it and then kicked up the kickstand, walking it backwards until he could drive it out of the garage and down his long driveway. He used a remote to open his gate and drove through it and I saw a couple paparazzi vans parked outside and their engines started up and they started following us.

I pulled down the visor on my helmet so my face was completely covered. I heard a voice in my ear say, "It's okay. We'll lose them on the interstate. Don't worry."

"Oh my gosh. You can talk to me through the helmet? I didn't even know that was a thing. That's so cool."

"Yeah. They have bluetooth so we can talk to each other or listen to music through the helmet."

'You really are Batman aren't you?" I asked and he laughed.

I held on tight as we drove through town and then we got onto the interstate and it wasn't long before we saw a line of stopped cars barely moving at a snail pace.

When he got closer he just started driving down the lane between the cars on the line.

"Are you allowed to do that?" I asked, hanging on.

"Yeah. Lane splitting in California is legal," he said, going right through the long line of traffic and pretty soon we made it to our exit while all those cars were still standing still.

"Now you see why we took the motorcycle?" he asked.

I laughed and said, "Yeah. It's not too bad at all. I thought I'd be scared but I kind of like riding it."

Pretty soon we pulled up to the movie studio and he came to a stop outside the gate and flipped up the visor of his helmet.

"Hey Gus. It's just me, Dylan, and I've got a visitor with me named Brenley Jensen."

"Alright," the guy said with a smile. "You two have a nice day." he added as he wrote our names on a clipboard and clicked the button to open the gate.

We drove through the parking lot, passing golf carts full of people riding around from place to place and trailers for people filming various shows and movies. He pulled up into a space next to a trailer and shut off the engine and we both got off and took off our helmets. I noticed the trailer in front of us had a sign that said "Dylan Chase" on it.

"You want to come in and see my trailer?"

"Ummm. Sure. I've never been in a movie trailer before," I said with a smile, hooking my helmet to his bike handle before following him up the steps and inside.

"Wow. This is really nice. It reminds me of a fancy camping RV."

He clicked a button and an electric fireplace lit up. He pushed another button and the kitchen table slid back and became a bed and another one made a TV drop out from beneath a cabinet.

"Ok. Maybe it's a little cooler than a camping RV," I laughed. "Well you better start getting ready and I better get to where the extras go. Can you show me?"

"Yeah. I'll walk you over there but first I need to do something," he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a kiss. Even though we had already kissed so many times it still gave me butterflies and I closed my eyes and melted into his arms. He was an amazing kisser.

He pulled back and then pecked my lips softly a couple times, looking down into my eyes.

"What was that for?" I asked, with a smile.

"Well I won't be able to do that again for a few hours. Not if you don't want the paparazzi after you. We can't kiss and hug in front of people. We have to lay low and act like we're just friends. If not it would get crazy for you."

"Yeah I definitely don't want that. I guess we're just friends for the next few hours."

He pulled me close and kissed my lips again. "Why don't you sneak into my trailer during the long break?" he smiled. "I don't think I can go all day without you knowing you're so close."

I gave him a shy smile, considering it.

"Ok," I said hesitantly. " We'll just have to be careful not to get caught."

"Yeah, we will," he nodded, leaning in and giving me another kiss and then he reluctantly pulled back and let me go. He let out an exhale and said, "It's going to feel like a really long wait."

"Yes it is," I said, giving him a flirty smile.

He leaned in and gave me one more kiss before opening the trailer door and walking out, leading the way inside the huge movie studio building. There were different sound stages set up and crew members with large headphones standing around talking.

He led me to a room that said, 'EXTRAS' on the door in big letters and inside we found his assistant Melissa.

"There you are!" she shouted. The camera crew is waiting here to film your big day and we need to get you ready! Let's go!" she said, rushing me away and I looked over my shoulder and gave Dylan a smile as he watched me walk away, giving me a little wave and shoving his hands in his pockets.

I felt an ache in my chest from being separated from him, but I swallowed hard and shook it off as they whisked me over to the wardrobe department. I was put in a long, itchy black skirt and a white button up top tucked into it and black and white mary jane shoes with tall white socks.

Then they plopped me down in a beauticians chair in front of a bright lit up mirror where they started giving me a makeover. My hair was rolled up in pincurls and another woman came in and started doing my makeup like a 1950's school girl, very light and natural. Almost like I didn't have any makeup on because it was so subtle.

When all the extras were ready they led us over to the set and the film crew followed, asking me questions about how I felt about being in a movie.

"Nervous," I laughed, crossing my arms across my chest and biting my lip. The woman in charge of the extras had me sit in the background of the cafe scene at a booth, pretending to talk to another woman, smiling and moving my lips but not making any sound. Trying to be as subtle as possible to blend into the background.

"You're wallpaper," the director told us extras. "If I notice you, you're in trouble. Don't look at the cameras. Don't look at the main actors. Be invisible."

I did exactly that as Dylan walked by and slid into a booth behind us dressed in a 1950's style black and white suit, like the FBI would wear.

I heard the director telling someone earlier that Dylan's character was a CIA agent in charge of protecting the president and he was trying to prevent an assassination attempt. He was going to take a bullet to save his life and he would become a national hero. That's apparently why the movie was called "A Great Day to Die."

The director called out action and I listened as Dylan read off his lines. He was arguing with the man at the table across from him and he was angry that his worries about an assassination attempt weren't being taken seriously. He was such a good actor. It sounded so real and believable.

"Cut!" the Director called. "Stay in your places. I just need a minute to reset."

I sat there and looked at the extra across from me. She was a tall red head with her hair pulled up high on her head in a sweeping short beehive type style.

"He's gorgeous isn't he?" she whispered.

"Who?" I asked.

She laughed. "Dylan Chase silly. Can you believe that somewhere there's a woman that actually gets to have sex with him? Lucky bitch," she sighed, resting her chin on her hand and looking at him with dreamy eyes.

I laughed awkwardly and said, "Yeah. I can't even imagine being that lucky."

Right then Dylan walked past our table again and he looked down at me and gave me a really subtle wink that no one noticed but me and I couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling my insides heat up. Damn this man was so hot. I really couldn't wait until the long break.