The Innocent Desire

Chapter 1 A Request

Samantha's POV

"Uhm Hi, may I talk to James?" I asked nervously. The confusion was still visible in his eyes, but he nodded while smiling.

"Of course, Ms. Samantha, come in," he said as he led the way.

And there he is, sitting in front of the wide mirror, his eyes are closed. I really admire those thick long lashes and his perfect nose. Then I looked down at his lips. My gosh, no wonder he's really loved by a lot of female fans and envied by the male species. By the way, James Mendrada is a 28-year-old actor and model. He is so well-built and also exudes a very dominating presence like that of a well-respected and feared emperor. He is 6'2" feet tall, with dark brown eyes and well-trimmed black hair. He's actually an architect by profession, but he said in one interview that acting will always be his passion. He came from a prestigious family owning the largest construction company in America. He is also rumored to have a temper. He dislikes lousy actors and unprofessional people. Who wouldn't be right? He's always been described as a man with a dominant figure and a strong aura.

When we first met during the contract signing, he looked so serious and well-defined. He really is the epitome of a man with perfectly refined features and a king-like character.

"Are you done examining me?" I almost jumped in my place when James suddenly spoke coldly. How did he know I was staring at him? Damn you, Sam, get yourself together.

"Ah, I- I need to talk to you… in private?" I stuttered a little, but I managed to sound cool, or so I thought.

"Really?"

He opened his eyes and looked at me intently for a few seconds, before motioning to his PA to leave. The guy seemed to understand the situation and stepped out immediately.

I still can't find the right word to say what I need to tell him. He's still staring at me intimidatingly as if my mind is not functioning properly. That's why I was startled once more when he uttered a word again.

"So, what is it that you want to discuss with me?" he asked in a cold tone. He raised his thick brow.

"Well, I ah –" damn, what is happening to me? Why am I so f*****g intimidated?

"Yes?" he said, amused now.

And there, again, I was left dazed.

"Well… it's about the k-kissing scene later," I am literally fidgeting now.

"What about it? Are you not comfortable doing it? We can request to remove it, although I doubt if it's possible," he noted and kept staring at me.

"No, no that's not what I mean… well, uhm…. I'm nervous because... I don't know how to do it."

Finally, I said it. But I was taken aback by his reaction. He's jaw literally dropped, and now it seems like he's controlling himself not to laugh. I'm getting irritated with the way he's looking at me now.

"Was it entertaining to you?" I asked him annoyingly. He seemed to understand how I felt, so he became serious.

"So, what do you want me to do then?" he asked with a devilish smirk.

Yes, Samantha, what do you want him to do? I mentally cursed myself.

"Can you… t-teach me h-how to do it?" I was almost out of breath finishing my sentence.

He did not answer, but raised his brow. Then, he stood up and walked slowly towards me. His gaze became more and more intense as he got closer. And now, he's standing just a few inches away from me. I can even smell his fresh manly scent.

"Look at me," he said in a husky voice. I followed and looked up at him. My god, he's really tall up close to me.

"How old are you?" he continued. I am already on haywire as we are staring at each other. But I managed to answer.

"I am 22, so don't worry, I am no longer a minor." I answered nervously. He might be thinking that I am too young for this.

"I am well aware that you're not a minor, or how will you have the role if you are. I'm just not expecting someone at your age to have never been kissed before. We're in the Gen Z era for crying out loud!" he said in a tone I couldn't recognize because I was busy staring at his lips. How could a man have cherry lips even without lipstick? But the moment his words came to terms with me, I felt pissed.

"I may be a celebrity, but I am not like those girls you're hanging out with." I hissed at him. I'm a bit annoyed by his statements. I am aware that I am old enough to be kissed. But I don't just go around kissing anyone I want, right? I want to preserve everything for the man I will love, but with the nature of the work I have, I think it's impossible. I am even here, begging my co-actor to teach me how to do a kissing scene because I don't want to embarrass myself later. Yes, I got to where I am now in an easier way. But it's not my fault. It's not my fault that my family is rich and powerful. Nevertheless, I still want to prove myself and my worth. I want to prove to everyone that I can do this of my own accord. I will do anything as long as it's not illegal or degrading.

To my surprise, he snaked his left arm around my waist and my heart started beating loudly as I felt the heat of his body in mine. Then his right-hand caressed my cheeks.

"Just look at me, baby," he said in almost a whisper. I gasped as his soft lips landed on mine. I froze. I feel like everything around me has stopped. His lips aren't even moving, but the loud thud of my heart is almost unbearable. It feels like it will jump out of my chest at any moment. Then he broke off the kiss. My eyes are still wide open due to the sudden kiss.

"Do you like that?" he asked in a playful tone. "It's just a peck, and you seemed very overwhelmed. How much more if I'll give you a full and passionate kiss?"

He's teasing me now. But why am I not offended? I actually felt more disappointed when he broke the kiss. I think I want more. Damn you, Samantha, are you crazy?

"Well, it's not bad." I'm trying to look less shaken. But he just chuckled. And I remember he was still holding me in his arms. "Are you not going to let me go?" I asked, but he didn't even budge.

"Why? We're not done here yet, right," and there he captured my lips again, and this time he was moving slowly. Then the kiss gets deeper and deeper that I am left breathless. I am still panting as I break from that kiss. God, I never thought that this was how it felt to be kissed. There are so many sensations I can feel in my body that are so strange to me. What is happening to me? How come he has this strong effect on me?

When I looked at him, I couldn't determine the look in his eyes. Was it lust?

"So, what do you think? Am I a good kisser?" he asked me softly while his thumb was still caressing my left cheek. Even his touches send tingles inside me. Just what the hell is happening to me?

"Y-yes. I guess so. How could I tell when I've never done this before?" I answered him.

"Then, good luck for later," he told me with a playful smile on his lips.

I can actually feel the heat in my cheeks with the way he's looking at me.

"Thank you," at least I managed to say before I finally bid him goodbye. I could still feel his intense gaze behind me as I left his room. I kept telling myself that it was just a practice kiss and meant nothing, but my racing heart didn't have any plan on stopping. Damn.