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rich aunt who has one of those living rooms where the furniture is expensive and pristine. My mom said 'don't do this' or 'don’t do that' about Aunt Kathy's furniture so many times, it made me hate going over there. I remember thinking… I hope I never have fancy furniture you can't touch."
    "Exactly, " Joel said. "I didn't have any rich aunts, but I can tell you right now my feet are going on the couch in my own house."
    Joel and I discussed furniture and the placement thereof for a good thirty minutes before we made our way onto the back patio. The pool and everything that surrounded it was like something from the set of Paradise Island. I felt like I'd been whisked away to some tropical paradise. Bruce Willis must not have needed his patio furniture, because unlike the interior of the house, this outdoor area was furnished beautifully.
    "Do you get to keep the furniture?" I asked. I figured the answer was yes since Joel had the key to the place.
    "Yeah, that was part of the deal. The furniture in the guesthouse was written into the contract too." He pointed to the far side of the pool. There was another house that I hadn't even noticed. It matched the main house architecturally, so I guess I just figured it was all connected. This guesthouse looked to be as big as the house I grew up in, and my parents raised five kids in that one.
    "So there's furniture in there?" I asked.
    "I hope there is… I paid for it." Joel was craning his neck to get a peek through one of the windows. "You wanna go check it out?" he asked.
    "Of course I want to check it out. I have to see what kind of furniture Bruce Willis picked out," I said. I headed in the direction of the guesthouse with no hesitation at all.
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    Two hours later, Joel and I were still sitting in Bruce Willis' guesthouse, relaxing in the lap of luxury. The two of us weren't strangers to spending time together, and so far, the evening had been really comfortable. I was glad to have the chance to learn more about his work with science and he asked lots of questions about acting.
    I could tell he wasn't thrilled when I brought up Paradise Island, but that didn't apply to acting in general. He was quite curious about it as an art form, he just didn't want to hear anything about me doing love scenes, and I could tell he thought that was all I did on Paradise Island. There's actually quite a bit more action and drama then there are love scenes, but I wasn't going to try to explain myself to him. Maybe I was just injured by not being good enough for him, and I didn't think he even deserved an explanation from me.
    But, geez, it was hard not to speak up and say something. You'd think I was a porn star by the way he talked. Whatever. We'd managed to mostly avoid the topic tonight, and had actually shared an enjoyable couple of hours with each other. Bruce Willis left us a few bottles of wine in the wine rack. We couldn't find a corkscrew or wine glasses, but Joel had one on a Swiss Army knife in the glove compartment of his car, and we decided we could just drink straight out of the bottle. We'd finished off one and were starting on our second when, out of nowhere, he said, "You know I want you, right?"
    "Yeah, I can see that." I said with a sarcastic expression like he was just catching on to something totally obvious. I gave him a regretful smile. "Aw, don't feel bad, I really want to jump your bones too. It's too bad we'd never work."
    "Remind me why we won't work," he said. His green eyes searched mine with the utmost sincerity.
    "You can't ask me questions like that after a bottle of wine… I'm liable to say a bunch of things I don't mean and make all sorts of mistakes."
    "I'm feeling like we could stand to make a few mistakes," he said.
    This would be so much easier if he wasn't so freaking gorgeous. His thick black hair was wavy enough to have little flips here and there. I wanted so badly to reach up and run my hands through it. He wasn't trying to be seductive with me.