This Time Around

I drove up and pulled into my spot, shocked to see Simon’s car already parked at…

I glanced at the clock.

3:17?

What kind of miracle got him here at this time of day?

Normally he was the last one to arrive.

And usually running late, no less.

I glanced towards the studio, and noticed a few big cameras, filming Simon and a blonde girl.

Who was that?

And then the proverbial lightbulb came on.

Oh, right, the UK special.

I had forgotten it was this week.

And that was Kate, the Pop Idol’s female judge.

I turned off the ignition and ran my fingers through my hair, giving myself one last check in the rearview mirror before stepping out of the car.

“Paula!” I heard a British voice call, accompanied by some whistling.

I turned towards Simon, to see him bending down, snapping his fingers as if he were calling a dog.

Aw, the poodle routine.

I loved it when we played like this.

“Come on!” he said, patting his legs. “Come on!”

I held my hands up in front of me, doggy style, as I pranced towards him, taking a few glances around to see how many people were watching.

To my relief there weren’t many.

Not that I really cared anyway.

Simon’s attention was on me and that’s all that mattered at the moment.

“Come on! Here Paula!”

I continued to bound towards him, kicking my legs high, as a “poodle” being called by Simon would.

“Stay, stay,” he said, holding up a hand as I neared him.

He threw a twig on the ground.

“Get the stick! Get the stick!”

I turned my back to him, raising my right leg as I pretended to pee on him.

He, in turn, slapped my ass.

God, I loved that.

I quit my charade, wrapping myself into his arms as they folded around me.

“Darling,” he greeted me.

“Aren’t you glad I play back with you?” I asked him as he planted a kiss on my head. “I come to play. Hi honey.”

I leaned my face up to his, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Would have placed that soft kiss on his lips if it hadn’t been for the cameras.

“She adores me,” he said to the camera.

“I do.”

He kissed me on the cheek as well, and I got a nice long whiff of his scent.

God, I loved how he smelled.

“Ooh, you smell good!” I said, scrunching my nose softly as I looked up at him.

His eyes crinkled as he smiled back at me, lightly twinkling from the compliment I just paid him.

“Do I?” he asked, as if he didn’t know the answer.

“Mmmhmm,” I said in reply.

“What do I smell of?” he asked.

Didn’t even take me a split second to think of an answer.

“Handsome man,” I replied, stroking his cheek.

How about ‘man-I’m-trying-my-hardest-not-to-ravish-in-front-of-the-cameras’?

He pulled me in, closer this time, and I moaned softly at the feel of his strong body pressing against mine. By this point I was not aware of any camera in sight.

I was, however, aware of his hand on my arm, stroking up and down.

Up and down.

“You like me don’t you?”

My voice dropped.

“Mm, love you,” I answered, laying my head on his chest.

“You feel good.”

“Thank you,” I said sweetly, throwing a possessive glance at the cameras.

Shifting my eyes back to Simon, I admired his profile as he conversed with Kate.

God, he just fascinated me.

I blinked as I noticed Kate was now speaking to me.

Something about having to trade lines to use on Simon.

She took my arm, and I regretfully moved away from his comfortable embrace.

I cast another look at him before I walked off.

He smirked.

“Hey Simon, what’s that on your neck?”

Oh, that’s right, Kate was talking to me.

“Oh, it’s your belt!” she finshed.

I burst out laughing.

Now that was good.