at the passing
scenery, not even daring to look at him as we drove. After a long period of
awkward silence, Dimitri finally worked up the nerve to speak. “You did really
great today Avery. The director was impressed and said he’d like to use you
again for some of his other projects.”
“No thanks to you surprising me.”
I crossed my arms over my chest angrily.
“Why didn’t you warn me that the cologne commercial
was for your cologne and that we’d be working together?”
“At first I thought it would be a fun surprise. I
didn’t anticipate that we would have a fight and you would break up with me. I’m
sorry. I know it made things uncomfortable for you. You’re a terrific actress
though. One of the best I’ve ever worked with.”
I didn’t want to hear his empty compliments and was
about to say so when his next words caught me off guard. “I’m really sorry
Avery, about everything. About sleeping with other women when we were together.
About not telling you the whole truth. About not being a good enough man to
deserve you. I see what a dick I’ve been and I just wanted you to know that.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he mean
what he said, or was this just another ploy to get me into bed again? With a
mixture of hope and skepticism, I put my hand on his and asked softly, “Really?
So what does that mean?”
“It means I’m ready to become the man you need me to
be. I know I haven’t been acting like it, but I think I’ve fallen in love with
you. When we’re not together, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re on my
mind from the minute I wake up. Even after I’ve gone to bed at night, I lay
awake for hours wondering how you are and if it would be all right if I called
you. I’ve never been as happy as I am when I’m with you, or as miserable as
when we’re apart. Agony this fucked up must be love.”
“I love you too,” I said and wiped away the tears from
my cheeks with my hands. Then, taking a deep breath for courage I said, “But I
can’t be with you. Your lifestyle is exciting and glamorous and just too fast
for me. I know I’m a stripper who’s been living in L.A. for two years now and I
look tough and seasoned, but deep in my heart I’m still just a girl from Utah. I
need a man who can commit only to me, and I know that’s not who you are. I’m
sorry, but I can’t change who I am any more than you can change who you are.”
“But, that’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Dimitri
sounded happy and excited. “I want to change for you. I want to commit to being
monogamous. From now on, you’re the only woman I want to be with. No more one
night stands, no more affairs. I’m now a one-woman guy, and that one woman is
you.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, with my heart in my
throat. “You can’t mess around with my heart anymore Dimitri. If you tell me
that you’re committed only to me and then you cheat and betray me with some
other girl, you will have violated a trust that cannot be undone.”
“I know that. This isn’t a game for me; I’m serious.”
Dimitri looked at me, and saw deep into his ocean blue
eyes all the way into his soul. He was serious and it made me burst into tears
of pure love and happiness.
“Pull over!” I cried, pointing at the nearest exit off
the freeway.
“What’s the matter? Are you sick?” Dimitri sounded
terrified. He pulled off the road, parking beneath a quiet bridge and said
softly, “Please don’t get out of the car and leave me. I love you. I’ve never said
that to anyone before, but with you I know that’s how I feel. I love you.”
“I love you too. That’s why I wanted you to pull over.
So I could kiss you,” I said, and grabbed his face and pulled him towards me. This
time, when our lips came together, it was clear that neither one of us was
acting. My entire body pulsed with currents of sexual excitement and I wanted
him like never before. The interior of the car was too cramped, and I