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Chapter Two – A Movie

"So who is Dave Bautista? Tell me where you're from, what got you into this business, family, basically tell me all about you." Avery said. They conducted the interview earlier that day but it was about the city's project, she never got to know the man himself. His eyes suddenly twinkled and she leaned forward to hear every word.

"Well, I'm from DC, my dad's Filipino and my mom's Greek, I'm a Capricorn, twice divorced, two daughters biologically and one bonus daughter from my second wife, I went to Columbia and got my Bachelors in Civil Engineering. I worked on my Masters in architecture while Mark and I got the business started. He was my college roommate and he also has an engineering degree. He had a double major, civil and environmental." Dave paused and smiled at her. Somehow she seemed completely interested in what he was saying, when was the last time that happened?

"Can I ask why you're not married anymore?" She pushed to see how much he'd tell her.

"The first marriage was the result of a broken condom and a baby. We were just graduating high school when she found out. I had a wrestling scholarship, full ride so I couldn't pass that by. We didn't get married right away, but stayed together while I was in college. Mark was in the same situation only his family was in Texas. He was married and it helped to have someone in the same boat. When I graduated we got married and celebrated with another baby." He chuckled as he remembered.

"At least you were more prepared financially, right?" She tried to put light on it since she could see some sadness in his face.

"Not even close. We got married because we needed the insurance for my daughter. My first, Merryll, developed asthma so we needed the medication. A nice hereditary disorder courtesy of her father. My second, Kathryn, was underdeveloped and we knew that from the sonograms. She was born with a hole in her heart and her lungs weren't growing properly. She's fine now and doing great, but it was rough for awhile." He took a deep breath and glanced from his drink to her eyes. Her soft smile relaxed him and told him to continue.

"Those are beautiful names." Avery said still smiling, trying not to get too personal asking about his daughter. She knew how to read people and his reactions, basically his eyes, told her Kathryn truly was excelling and showed no signs of any surgical repercussions.

"Named after my ex-wife's two favorite actresses, Meryl Streep and Katherine Hepburn, she altered the spelling a bit, but I agreed to it since they are nice names." He did what every proud parent does and pulled out his wallet showing her pictures. Merryll had thick blond wavy hair with big brown eyes, full lips and porcelain skin, Kathryn had dark wavy hair, crystal blue eyes, olive skin and lips like her father. Both girls were model perfect and the exact juxtaposition of both parents. "We split up because we both changed; our goals went in two different directions. We're still friends and still talk regularly. I couldn't have asked for a better mother for my girls."

"And wife number two?" Alright, now you're just getting nosy. Maybe he'll tell me.

"Yeah. Complete opposite of Crystal. Crystal is a wonderful woman and a great friend and mother. I should have taken the clues from my daughters when they didn't like Debra." He took a nice gulp of his Malibu and coke and wiggled in his seat debating how much to share. She was so easy to talk too, but the thought of Debra pissed him off.

"Debra applied for a marketing position with the company and although she didn't get the position, we had an attraction to eachother. Should have kept it to sex and left marriage out of it." He flagged the waitress and signaled for another drink, Avery definitely hit a sore spot. "She's not a bad mother but not very good at it either so I still see Jessica regularly." He chuckled again and Avery decided to change the subject to a happier note.

"So tell me about your parents and do you have any brothers and sisters?" She sat back taking a sip of her kamikaze. She loved the drink and not the shot. It always relaxed her but she had to pace herself or she'd be very naughty very fast. He followed her lead and sipped his newly arrived Malibu and coke.

"My mother teaches social studies to middle school hormonal tweeners and my dad is the station manager at a local radio station. My brother and sister are a lot younger, I think I was an oops." He chuckled again. "Or should I say a surprise. My mother said I was a surprise not an oops." She loved how his face changed when he spoke of his mother.

"Kind of like Merryll?" She smiled in return, his smiles were contagious.

"Exactly." Dave ran his fingers up and down the glass and while it may appear to be innocent, it got Avery boiling and wondering what his hands would feel like on her body.

"How old are your brother and sister?" She rested her chin on her palm and her elbow on the table.

"They're 21 year old cocky as hell twins who's sole goal in life is to piss me off." Avery laughed remembering her own older siblings and how they always tried to ditch her when they were younger. "Kevin is studying to be a film director and Kelly is pre-law at my alma mater. Kevin got a full football scholarship to USC." Dave smiled and told her all about his parent's reaction to their baby boy being across the country, they were thrilled about the scholarship, but not too happy with the school, excellent in academia or not.

"My brother has to do a series of short films and videos and has begged me to be the star in all of them. I told him I'm too old to be in a music video." He threw out there.

"Depends on the storyline and the type of music." She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled.

"That's the problem. It's a love story and requires partial nudity and kissing some stranger." He rolled his eyes and it made her giggle.

"Are you shy? How much nudity and who's the chick?" She couldn't get the smirk from her face.

"No idea about the girl. He's still in the writing stages for all of them but he needs to hurry he's only got until spring break for all six. His friend is a writer and they're working furiously on them." He loved talking to her she felt so comfortable and like he'd known her for his entire life.

"What six things does he have to do?" Something she had in common with his brother was love of film.

"Drama, comedy, romance, action, documentary and a music video." He answered.

"That's a hell of a lot in a short time. And you're in all of them?" He nodded. "Why can't you help with the casting? Find someone who you're comfortable with and who's attractive." Sounded reasonable. "Put the same girl in everything so you build a working relationship with her. If there's a girl in all of them." Dave shot her a look that confirmed that of course there's a girl.

She learned more about Mr. Bautista and found him to be funny, humble and completely proud of not only his children but his siblings as well. His eyes sparkled when he talked about his mom and daughters and you could still see a bit of love for his first wife. His eyes darkened when he briefly spoke of wife #2, maybe in time he'd share what happened. He almost visibly let down a wall he'd been keeping in front of him for the past four years, Avery had a good influence on the big man.

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After dinner they went back to the hotel and planned to watch movies. They agreed he would run back out to the video store and she would get snacks. Avery quickly scanned her mini-bar and found nothing but a two dollar Snickers and jelly beans. That Snickers is 60 cents across the street and you want to charge me fuckin two bucks. As she looked at the paltry selection she thought of how full she was after the best steak she'd ever eaten.

He had taken her to the best steak house in town and probably the best in the south. It melted in her mouth and had been flavored with peppercorn gravy. She wasn't sure about gravy but he convinced her it only enhanced the meat and didn't take away from the savory beef. Was he talking about his attire or dinner? She laughed at herself and her lack of grown-up thinking, her mind had been stationary in the gutter all night.

Her cell phone rang and she answered it without even looking at the number. "This is Avery."

"Did you know you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen?" He smiled at the sound of her voice. She couldn't stop the school girl giggle.

"You need glasses." She responded.

"I have on my glasses and you're only more beautiful." He stood in the new releases section finding absolutely nothing worthy of their time. A few other patrons smiled at his not so private conversation.

"You, sir, are incorrigible." She smiled as she walked out of her suite bound for the drug store across the street. "Did you know they charge two dollars for Snickers? That's ludicrous." She said changing the subject eliciting a chuckle from him.

"Yes, baby, they're expensive but are you paying for it?" He replied reminding her of her expense account. "What movies do you want to see? They really don't have anything but B movies and goofy horror flicks. Oh wait, what are the odds, every single copy of The Notebook. It must not be any good." He laughed at her sudden outburst on the other end and he drew exasperated looks from the females around him.

"That's cute, David, real cute. Quit being macho and admit you loved that movie." She perused the aisles looking for something she could only guess he'd like.

"Right, I'll admit I've even seen the movie if you have breakfast with me in the morning." He smiled at the sudden silence on the other end. His implication hit its mark and even raised a few smirks from those around him for the second time during his conversation.

Avery decided to play his little game, what harm would it do, right? "Fine I'll have breakfast with you, now admit you liked the movie." Her response made him pause for a second before his devilish chuckle escaped his lips.

"I've seen the movie. Now, what would you like to see, Romancing the Bone, Space Nuts, you're choice." He tried to keep a straight face because the women around him were staring. He put his hand in front of his mouth to hide the smile. Avery burst out laughing on the other end. For having met the man earlier today and having personal conversations with him over dinner, she never expected him to be one for public displays. He was calm, cool and collected on the outside, but so soft-spoken, caring and gentle when work was through.

"Okay Mr. Batista, tell me what you like for snacks and quit fucking with the people around you." She said hoping he wasn't serious. He walked away from the other patrons who seemed to follow him.

"We have to have popcorn, heavy butter, other than that I have no requests." He turned to see the crowd he'd walked away from almost running right into him. He thought of having more gutter talk with her but decided against it. One, he didn't have that much courage and two, he wasn't sure how she'd receive it. He also didn't want to tarnish a professional image if these people knew who he was.

"Butter? Nasty. Your hands get all greasy!" Both of their minds went directly into the gutter. She left herself wide open for a response but he declined.

"Yes, yes they do." He said seductively and she couldn't help but giggle. That was as close as he'd get.

"Are the other patrons being nosey still?" She paid for the snacks and left the store.

"Oh yeah, that's right." Their conversation may be on the up and up, but his voice was seducing her and he wasn't even here. He decided to check at the counter to see if anything had been returned. "I'm leaving right now, baby don't start without me." He hung up the phone and walked away from the jealous men and the appalled women. He couldn't help but laugh out loud at the other patron's reactions. He was just messing with the nosy people and he'd never behaved like that before, oh well, it wasn't too bad.

Avery hung up too and leaned against the wall in the elevator fanning herself with her hand, as if that really worked. She went to her suite and started the popcorn then changed into more comfortable clothes, a tank top and pajama bottoms. She knew Dave was just messing around with the other moviegoers but his voice was so seductive.

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"Now I know why they call you a Greek god." She said flushed as he entered her suite. He chuckled at her reaction to his basketball shorts and sleeveless undershirt, commonly called a wife beater.

"Was that out loud?" She clamped her hand over her mouth and was mortified he heard that. She buried her face in her hands and followed him to the sitting room.

"I didn't hear anything, what did you say?" He heard her alright but loved to unnerve her. He'd been doing it all day and all through dinner. He followed her into the kitchenette after putting his things down and kept standing inside her personal space. He knew his presence was affecting her, her cheeks were flushed and she was smiling. Dave leaned against the counter crossing his arms over his chest giving a slight flex and ensuring his legs were in the right position to show off his quads.

"Put the movie in already and quit looking at me like that." She said walking in front of him. He couldn't help but check out the body on display before him. Even her tiny feet were adorable and he thought feet were gross.

"Like what?" He smirked and she threw a handful of popcorn at him.

"Like that right there. Like you know something but won't tell." She pointed at his face making circular motions as if tracing him in the air. I sure would love to trace you, with my tongue.

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He wasn't even watching the movie, he just sat there rubbing her head and feeling oddly relaxed as if he'd been with Avery for months, even years. His interview had been easy and she was just as delightful at dinner. He could talk to her all night and loved the surprisingly natural feeling he had with her. They were sitting on the couch and she was leaning into him resting her head on his chest. She couldn't help that, his chest was like a magnet drawing her in and pinning her in place.

They were lounging on the couch and his feet were propped up on the coffee table. His tattooed arm was resting on the cushions behind her and his hand was featherlike in her hair. She loved having her head rubbed and hair played with; it gave her chills literally on her head. MI:3 was playing and yet she wasn't paying attention. One was the improbability of Ethan Hunt dating and marrying a girl much younger and cute. Not beautiful, just cute.

Dave could feel himself getting tired and yet he didn't want to leave. He'd spent nine of the last 12 hours with her and craved more, he only hoped she felt the same. He looked down at her and her eyes were closed. He took this opportunity to study her. Shiny chocolate curly hair, thick eyelashes highlighting almond shaped hazel eyes that were bewitching, almost like they were backlit. Lips that begged him to touch them and she hid her body; must go along with hiding the curly hair. He'd gotten peeks of a taut tummy that showed him she worked out and the perkiest pair of twins that made him ache. He guessed she was a 36C but with her build and tiny stature they looked much larger.

Dave was 6'5 and 290 pounds of bulky muscle and he dwarfed her tiny 5'2 frame that probably weighed no more than 110 soaking wet. Her breathing was even and he knew she'd fallen asleep. He ever-so-gently picked her up and carried her to the bedroom tucking her in tight and smiling when she wiggled a little to secure a comfy position. He could look at her all night.

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Avery woke up to find a lily and a note on the pillow next to her. 'breakfast in the lobby, pick you up at 9'. She glanced at the clock next to her and jumped up running for the bathroom. She had a half hour to tame these unruly curls and look presentable. Her interview with his partner was at 11 and she really wanted to interview Dave again, something seemed wrong about the first one. She couldn't figure it out, but knew it wasn't right. She quickly did her morning routine and was looking for something to wear when there was a knock on her door. Prompt motherfucker isn't he.

"Oh Mary mother of god." Dave laughed at her response to his appearance.

"I need to fix my brain to mouth filter, I'm sorry." She went back to the bedroom and threw on her navy blue pantsuit, she would be working straight after breakfast with no time to change again. He was wearing black dress pants and a black dress shirt he'd left open. Her mind went right back in the gutter and she thought about running her tongue along the exposed skin of his neck and chest. Just a few more hours and the torture will be over.

As they rode the elevator down to the lobby Dave told her they'd be joining his partner, Mark and his wife Sara. Perfect, all she had to do was keep breakfast light and airy and not interview him during breakfast. She could slyly ask interview questions, get to know him before the big sit down. She instantly recognized Mark and there was no hiding him once he stood. He was probably the only Irishman over 5'10 in the history of man. He looked larger than life in person, kind of like Dave. Very commanding presence, intimidating actually, and Avery felt like she should curtsey or kiss his hand. Here we go Avery, here we go.