The movie is over and a few workers run into the cinema to clean up any mess left behind.
Soon enough I spot Chris, he's making his way over to me with some subtly - I hear someone calling out to me "Ivy, you're right to go." My boss says and looking back to Chris he's got a smile planted on his face.
"I'll get my driver to take us back to the hotel?" He asks and I nod happily "I'd offer for you to go home and change but that uniform is too cute." he tells me with eyes that pierce mine.
"Well I'm sure I can keep it on for now then." I murmur and he gives me a wink - we stand beside each other, both trying to seem discreet about our intentions before we duck out of the cinema unnoticed.
The car ride to his hotel isn't as awkward as I believed it would be. We sit with an empty seat between us. Once the doors are closed, it's just the two of us. . . And the driver, who's name is, Frankie.
"How are you both, tonight?" She calls from the front seat.
Chris looks to me, as if expecting me to answer. His eyes keep a lock on mine and I can't reply until I tear myself away from his stare.
"I'd say, we're both doing fine so far." I say, the higher pitch coming out in my voice when I'm trying to sound polite to a stranger. I think I might begginging to lose my cool.
"Did you have a nice time waiting tonight, Frankie?" Chris asks her. She tells him she might have had a drink at the bar, perhaps even more than one!
This makes Chris giggle, I assume they were comfortable in each other's company. His fingers tap on his thigh as he turns his attention back to me.
He leans a little closer, "Are you sure you're doing fine, angel?" I nod with my answer, my body feels hot merely from being this close to him.
"Are you doing fine, angel?" I retort and he gives me a convincing nod as well. I laugh first and he follows - it feels like we're beggining to warm up to the new company.
He opens the door for me and directs me into the lobby.
"Goodnight, Mr Evans." His driver calls out before taking off again. Chris' hand rests on my back comfortably. His cologne is mesmerising, and I can't avoid taking in the scent.
"This is a nice place." I say to him as we walk to the elevator. It was definitely above my pay-grade.
"They spoil us when we go on these press tours." he laughs, hitting the arrow beside the elevator.
We're the only two in the elevator, and I feel his stare on me while my eyes watch the numbers gradually light up with each floor we pass. "Are you sure you want to do this, Ivy?" He asks, not so much nervously but cautiously. I drag my eyes from the numbers to meet his.
"Yes," I assure him with a genuine smile "So. . ." I say, and he shoots me a look "Are you going to kiss me before we get to your floor?" I ask him innocently and I'm pleased with his response.
He throws his head back in laughter like I'd always seen in his interviews, taking the moment now to look at me. "I think I might." He teases and then takes two steps over to me, just so our bodies are closer but not touching.
Although I'm tall he still towers over me. I stand my ground as his hands begin to hover up my arms. His lips are parted sparsely as they draw closer to mine.
His eyes hover over my features for a moment and I focus on his lips. He licks them once and I almost groan at the sight. His thumb trails over my bottom lip while I wait for his next move.
A hand finally finds the back of my neck as he pulls me in for the kiss. His lips are soft and wet and his beard tickles me. My fingers scrunch up on the collar line of his blazer and I push myself harder onto his lips.
His free hand slips down to the small of my back, holding me in place as he slides his tongue into my mouth. He tastes ridiculously good and I was grateful for his tongues intrusion.
The ding of the elevator coming to a halt barely stops us - but that was until we heard someone clear their throat. Our hands stay clamped to each other, but we both turn our heads to the now open elevator doors.
An older lady in a cleaners uniform is stood between the doors. "Uh, going up?" Chris asks with a casual smile. Shifting his hand to rest on my waist. I let go of his blazer, quickly fixing it in place while the cleaner walks into the elevator without a word.
She stands in front of us and I look up to Chris, trying to hold back my laughter. He purses his lips in attempt to keep quiet and soon enough the cleaner leaves us just before Chris' floor.
"Well, that was unlucky for her." I joke as Chris takes my hand. The repetitive hallway leads to a final door on the right. He swiped the small plastic card and we walk into the polished vintage hotel suite.
"Do you want to order some room service? We can get a glass of bubbly" he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk.
"Well if bubbly brought us this far, I wonder where else it will take us." I giggle with cheek, slipping off my shoes and Chris laughs again.
He steps closer to me after unbuttoning his blazer. "Somewhere you like, I hope." He mutters before planting another kiss on my lips. But he stops at that and directs me over to the lounge room. "Here's the menu" Passing me the small laminated pamphlet.
We ended up ordering an extremely cliche chocolate fondu including the champagne Chris liked.
A knock on the door lets us know our order is here. After we place everything on a table within reach we nestle back into the cozy lounge. . .