~ Nicole ~

All through the show, I stood up against the wall that was a few feet away from her. She was stunning. Wearing a long dark dress, her hair slicked up in a fancy bun with her make up on point. It amazed me that she rarely had someone do her make up, she did it all by herself.

I could see her eyes gaze, searching for my look, they were shinning from all the lights around the stage.

I finally walked Miss Porter to her limousine and that's when we started talking a little bit.

"I wonder sweetheart. Why do you always wear just black or white clothes. It's not like you have a dress code on the job. I mean, a little more skin showing would work great for me." She grinned at me. She's so flirty all the time. I mean it has to be flattering when the greatest actress is flirting with you. I adored it, but I didn't want to do anything about it because I know about her past with women. I strayed away from her question, now realising I was probably silent for a few seconds.

"I'm color blind." Her mouth dropped at my answer.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Can you see any colors or...?"

"Noup, totally blind, I have achromatopsia." She had a sad look on her face. "It was that way since I was born, so I learned how to live with it."

"I wonder... can you guess which color my eyes are?" She had a huge smile across her face, finding this very interesting.

I got closer to her face to look her in the eyes since I was sitting on the opposite seat in the back of the limo. "I think... they are blue."

"My God! How did you know that?" She was totally amused by this situation.

"I have my ways." I teased her. "Besides, you don't have to know everything about me since..." I backed away, realising that the stuff I knew about her were the same ones the whole world knew.

"Since what, sweetheart?"

"Nothing." I replied sternly.

"Woah woah, who got your panties in a twist?"

I got up and took a seat right next to her, watching her closely. "I'm not wearing any." She was in a state of shock from my comment. I wasn't aware that this person could get embarassed. Maybe it was different when she was with me.

"Um, I..."

"Shh..." I put my index finger on her mouth and continued talking. "I know about the way you treat your women, and I'm not into you using me for one night just to throw me away the morning after."

She took my finger off her mouth and crossed her fingers with mine, holding my hand. "Listen sweetheart, if I wanted you for one night you would've been naked in my bed the day you set your foot in my hotel room."

Well... that's something to think about. Why didn't she do it? Just as I was thinking about it, the unimaginable happened. Miss Porter's lips were on mine. It took me a minut to kiss her back as I stood there and froze. I deepened the kiss and I felt her hand on my thigh, making things more intense. We were in a full make out session when the driver started rolling his window and interrupted us.

"We're here, Miss Porter."

I quickly got up and opened the door for her. We stared at each other's eyes as she got out and we could both agree that the thing that happened in there was like a dream come true. We just loved it, so we smiled.