Page 39 of Unscripted with Mila

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I managed some more time with Mila in the afternoon. Andi was busy talking with Amber, so I got Mila’s number and arranged to meet up with her at six.

“What will you tell Andi?” I asked, curious.

She laughed. “That I’m writing. She never disturbs unless it’s an emergency. And if she did and I wasn’t there, I would tell her I was swimming.” She looked concerned. “You sure no one will see us?”

“Nope,” I assured her. “I have a plan.”

“Okay.”

“Meet me by the side door at six.”

“How should I dress?” she asked.

“Super comfortable.”

“Okay.”

At ten past six, I was waiting, smiling when she appeared, rushing my way. She was in leggings and a long top, her hair piled up on her head, looking somewhat messy. Not a bit of makeup on. Sneakers. Natural. Perfect.

I did what I had been dying to do all day and cupped her cheek, kissing her sweet mouth. I dragged my lips across her cheeks, finally knowing that her blush did make her skin warm. I nuzzled the soft spot behind her ear, grinning when I felt the heat intensify.

“Hi, pretty lady.”

“I was writing,” she murmured. “I got caught up in a scene. I’m sorry I made you wait.”

I chuckled, kissing her again. “Ten minutes is nothing. I’m used to being kept waiting far longer.”

“I hate being late, but I usually am if the words are flowing.”

“We can go back upstairs, and you can write.”

She frowned. “And what would you do?”

I shrugged. “Watch you. Study the script. Make sure you ate.”

She shook her head. “Wow. Not what I expected, but no. I want to go out. I don’t want to ruin your plans.”

I bent and kissed her again, wondering how I had gotten addicted to her mouth so fast. “As long as you’re there, my plans are complete.”

She blinked. “Oh.”

“But I would like you to take a break. We don’t have to be gone long.”

“I want to go with you.”

I held out my hand. “Then let’s go.”

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Mila peered around my SUV, then at me.

“What?” I asked.

“I would have thought you’d drive a convertible or some expensive, sporty car,” she admitted.

I chuckled. “I’m sure you’ve seen photo shoots of me beside cars like that. I had one a few years ago, but it attracted attention. I like this one. It’s comfortable, blends in, and I feel safe when I’m driving it.”