this a dream?”
“Yes and no. This is your dream. I decided to join you.” He grinned. “Good to know I’m not the only one having the erotic dreams.”
She drew in a sharp breath. His eyes glittered. This was no ordinary dream. Sean was really in her dream with her. He was using sorcery to do this. What did this mean? Was he going to admit his nature to her? Would he attempt to bewitch her? He’d soon find she was immune to his spells. “Sean, why are you doing this?”
“You wouldn’t come to me, so I came to you.”
She shook her head and her curls flowed softly over her shoulders. “I don’t understand. You don’t even know me.”
“I know quite a bit about you and I’d like to learn more. I’ve watched the way you treat other people. You’re friendly with everyone.” He paused. “With the exception of me. Why is that?”
“We’ve had this conversation.”
“Why can’t you just answer me?”
“This is my dream, which means I’m the creator. We follow my rules.”
His gaze on her was filled with admiration. “I’m fine with that. But wherever you go, I go. So I hope you’ll agree to stay?”
Resigning herself to his company, she picked up her goblet and drank. “What’s for dinner?”
“Chicken parmesan.” He removed the cloche from their plates.
It was one of her favorite dishes, but she didn’t say anything. She picked up her knife and fork. They ate in silence for a few minutes. She ignored his frequent glances her way. “So tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Where you were born? Do you have siblings? Have you ever been married?”
“I was born in Asheville. I still have relatives there.”
“Really? Do you plan to visit when we conclude filming?”
“Um, no. We’re not close.” She twirled her fork in the linguini. Eating in a dream was an unusual experience.
“Sorry to hear that. May I ask why?”
“Let’s say that my mother didn’t agree with my career choice.”
“Ah. Acting isn’t the most secure decision. My own parents were nothing but supportive. They knew it was what I wanted to do and that it made me happy. Course it helps that they’re both in the business. My dad’s a screenwriter and my mom is a casting director.”
Mystique didn’t say more. It wasn’t that her mother objected to acting any more than any other job. Meadow believed there was only one career into which Mystique had been born to perform.
“So…siblings?”
“None. I’ve heard you mention a brother.”
“Yeah. There’s only one. Can’t imagine growing up without him. We’re really close.”
“I do have a cousin who’s the same age as me. We were close before I moved away.” She bit her lip. She’d given up much to avoid a lifestyle that wasn’t right for her.
Sean’s hand covered hers in a comforting gestured. She allowed it for a brief moment before pulling away to take a sip from her wine glass. “Let’s see, you had one more question. No, I’ve never been married. You?”
“No. Never met the right woman before…”
She let his innuendo pass unanswered. “Dream eating,” she said, slicing into her chicken, “I hope it’s not fattening.”
He grinned. “Calorie free. Chicken parm is one of my specialties. I’d like to make it for you someday. You know, when we’re awake.”
She wiped her mouth and stood. “I think it’s time to end this. Sean, I’ve told you repeatedly that I’m not interested. I don’t want to date an actor and I specifically don’t want to date you.” She turned, intending to leave.
Sean captured her wrist. “I see it’s time for the second half of the dream…”
And in that way that dreams have of doing, the scenery shifted abruptly.
Mystique lay on his bed naked. Sean spread her thighs wider. Her body was so eager for him that the moist lips of her pussy parted to reveal her plump clit. “So beautiful,” he crooned. “But you already know that,
“Yes and no. This is your dream. I decided to join you.” He grinned. “Good to know I’m not the only one having the erotic dreams.”
She drew in a sharp breath. His eyes glittered. This was no ordinary dream. Sean was really in her dream with her. He was using sorcery to do this. What did this mean? Was he going to admit his nature to her? Would he attempt to bewitch her? He’d soon find she was immune to his spells. “Sean, why are you doing this?”
“You wouldn’t come to me, so I came to you.”
She shook her head and her curls flowed softly over her shoulders. “I don’t understand. You don’t even know me.”
“I know quite a bit about you and I’d like to learn more. I’ve watched the way you treat other people. You’re friendly with everyone.” He paused. “With the exception of me. Why is that?”
“We’ve had this conversation.”
“Why can’t you just answer me?”
“This is my dream, which means I’m the creator. We follow my rules.”
His gaze on her was filled with admiration. “I’m fine with that. But wherever you go, I go. So I hope you’ll agree to stay?”
Resigning herself to his company, she picked up her goblet and drank. “What’s for dinner?”
“Chicken parmesan.” He removed the cloche from their plates.
It was one of her favorite dishes, but she didn’t say anything. She picked up her knife and fork. They ate in silence for a few minutes. She ignored his frequent glances her way. “So tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Where you were born? Do you have siblings? Have you ever been married?”
“I was born in Asheville. I still have relatives there.”
“Really? Do you plan to visit when we conclude filming?”
“Um, no. We’re not close.” She twirled her fork in the linguini. Eating in a dream was an unusual experience.
“Sorry to hear that. May I ask why?”
“Let’s say that my mother didn’t agree with my career choice.”
“Ah. Acting isn’t the most secure decision. My own parents were nothing but supportive. They knew it was what I wanted to do and that it made me happy. Course it helps that they’re both in the business. My dad’s a screenwriter and my mom is a casting director.”
Mystique didn’t say more. It wasn’t that her mother objected to acting any more than any other job. Meadow believed there was only one career into which Mystique had been born to perform.
“So…siblings?”
“None. I’ve heard you mention a brother.”
“Yeah. There’s only one. Can’t imagine growing up without him. We’re really close.”
“I do have a cousin who’s the same age as me. We were close before I moved away.” She bit her lip. She’d given up much to avoid a lifestyle that wasn’t right for her.
Sean’s hand covered hers in a comforting gestured. She allowed it for a brief moment before pulling away to take a sip from her wine glass. “Let’s see, you had one more question. No, I’ve never been married. You?”
“No. Never met the right woman before…”
She let his innuendo pass unanswered. “Dream eating,” she said, slicing into her chicken, “I hope it’s not fattening.”
He grinned. “Calorie free. Chicken parm is one of my specialties. I’d like to make it for you someday. You know, when we’re awake.”
She wiped her mouth and stood. “I think it’s time to end this. Sean, I’ve told you repeatedly that I’m not interested. I don’t want to date an actor and I specifically don’t want to date you.” She turned, intending to leave.
Sean captured her wrist. “I see it’s time for the second half of the dream…”
And in that way that dreams have of doing, the scenery shifted abruptly.
Mystique lay on his bed naked. Sean spread her thighs wider. Her body was so eager for him that the moist lips of her pussy parted to reveal her plump clit. “So beautiful,” he crooned. “But you already know that,
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