Page 25 of SEAL Mates

“Oh, I’ll just settle these over here then. I’m Bridget, Frank’s wife.”

Bridget said as she came into the area, and settled the coffees and muffins on the old oak table.

“You have a beautiful place here. I love it. Frank had to rush off. I was hoping you could both join us…”

She chuckled, “Later dear. We have a coffee shop to run. He had to go and see a supplier, but you’re not leaving town now are you?”

Paula shook her head.

“Good. Maybe you should come for dinner one night.I’m sure being away from your family must be lonesome and all. Anyway, I’ve got to go. A coffee shop to run and all that.”

Before we could even respond to her, she left just as quickly as she entered and once again Paula and were alone again.

“Just the two of us,” she started to sing or tried to, she didn’t have a voice and it was evident she knew she wasn’t much of a singer, by the way she was swinging her arms and not taking it too seriously.

I sat down, and moved my chair closer to the table, which meant closer to her.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

She smiled. “I don’t know. It’s as if I’ve seen your face before.”

“Maybe on the screen while I was doing a stunt. You may have recognized me from a movie.”

She shook her head. “No. I thought you guys had to stay hidden. Like not to be seen as replacing the main character.”

“That’s if we are playing the main character, which isn’t all the time. Sometimes we play the enemy. The nameless, faceless person in the background. I don’t work all the time, only part-time.”

“Who do you play?”

I shrugged, as I felt as if the interview had started before we’d officially acknowledged it.

“Whoever I’m paid to play. Sometimes the big bucks isn’t in being the prognostic but simply by the stunt that will be done.”

She nodded. “Of course, I suppose that makes sense.”

“Your reputation. How you work with others and your portfolio all adds up.”

“This is why you only work part of the year.”

“I suppose.”

I avoided her stare as I took my coffee and then started to sip on it. Black. Dark. No addictive and no sugar. The way I liked it, it was a representation of myself inside and out. No frills or luxuries. Just plain and simple.

“We haven’t even started the interview and I’m darting all these questions your way as if we’re in the interview. Sorry. I shouldn’t be so uptight, it’s just that out of everyone you intrigue me.”

“Really?” I didn’t even think of myself as anything but boring, but she seemed to think of me as the complete opposite and it amused me.

“You’re the only one who works outside of town. A completely different lifestyle for around six months of the year. You’re out there with these hot women and men, in the sun and then the rest of the year you’re here in the cold.”

“With my family.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to belittle your life here.”

I smiled. “Yes, you did. You seem to think of this as some kind of small town with small minded folks.”

“No. I think of this as a really friendly community. One that doesn’t judge everyone and everyone seems to get along. I’m sure there are some that don’t.”

“How long have you been here?”

“A week.”

She waited for me to say something more on the subject, I didn’t as I watched her sip on her coffee and focused on her lips, they were cured in a such a way, that for a split second I visualized them on my cock. A woman who knew what she was doing and the idea of it made me excited. I hadn’t been with a woman with such a mind in a long time.

I wouldn’t say that all the women in Hollywood were like that, but they all had an agenda and being with the stuntman was nothing but a passing fantasy. It wasn’t something they wanted on a long term, but then they weren’t the type of women that I thought about settling down with. My mind traced back to the proposal that Alec had said the other day and I realized sitting in front of me was the answer to our prayers, not only mine but Alec and Blake’s too.

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