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Games Of Make Believe	By : SavageWords Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 10290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Gerard Butler. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two

Emmy rubbed her eyes tiredly as she walked out of the bathroom. Jet lag was seriously catching up to her and it didn’t help she had to fly back to New York tomorrow. Ah but just think. You’ll be back in less than two weeks to stay for awhile, she told herself. Running her fingers through her long dark auburn hair, she blinked several times in order to wake up. As she walked into the living room part of her hotel suite, her mind began to drift back to yesterday.

Seeing Gerry had been a total surprise. When Andrew asked her to reprise her role as Christine, she accepted readily on the phone. Hearing Andrew chuckle as he told her to wait on her decision until she came to London, she had been a bit skeptical. Now knowing that she was going to work with Gerry again, a smile came to her face. God he looked good, she giggled to herself as she sat on the couch. If there was one thing that could be said of Gerry, it was he was a very handsome man. During the filming of the movie, Emmy had become great friends with him. He helped her a lot during their scenes together. For the first time she was going into a role where she didn’t worry about how her performance turned out.

Just then, there was a knock on her hotel room door. “Must be the room service.” She rattled off to herself as she got up off the couch. “I really need a cup of coffee to beat this jet lag.” Looking down she winced. She was still in her pajamas but then it was only room service. Walking to the door, she opened it and turned her body pointing in the direction of the couch. “You can put the cart over there. I really need that coffee.” She yawned.

“Sorry love, don’t have any coffee this morning. But I can go get some if ya like?” A thick Scottish brogue filled her ears.

Emmy’s head whipped around and a smile burst onto her face. “Gerry? What are you doing here?” Her eyes widened as her eyes took in the sight before them. Today he was dressed much more casual, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a white button down shirt. Her eyes were focused on the small amount of bare chest that was peeking out from the shirt. He wore the same black leather jacket from last night. When he took her hand, her eyes snapped up to his as she tried to fight the blush. Stop it Emmy. So what if he looks damn good, she scolded herself.

Gerry smiled as he leaned against the doorframe as his thumb brushed over her palm gently. “I tried calling your room but the phone kept ringing and ringing. So I came up to make sure you’re alright.”

“Oh I must have been in the bathroom.” Emmy motioned with her free hand. “Come on in. When the coffee comes you can join me.” She moved out of the way so he could come in, pulling her hand away from his. Instantly there was a sense of loss she couldn’t place.

As Gerry closed the door behind him, his eyes moved over to Emmy. God, she has grown up. That thought kept playing in his head repeatedly. She must have just gotten out of bed, he thought to himself. Wearing a pair of dark purple satin pajama pants, they hung low on her curvy hips. The cammi she wore was of a lighter purple satin and gave him a hint of her belly. Her hair was tousled all around her shoulders.

“Gerry?” Emmy called his name softly. “Earth to Gerry!”

“Huh?” His head snapped up as he caught Emmy giggling. “Ya?”

“I asked if you wanted to stay for coffee this morning.” Emmy sat on the couch and motioned for him to take a seat.

“Oh, yea well I’m just waking up myself.” He lied as a blush threatened to stain his cheeks. Walking into the living area, Gerry took a seat on the loveseat across from her. “Actually I came here because I thought maybe you’d like to hang out today.”

Emmy’s dark eyes lit up as she leaned forward. “I’d love to. I didn’t want to spend my only day in London in this hotel room.”

“Perish the thought, love. I actually have our day planned out.” Gerry’s trademark sexy grin appeared on his face.

“You do?” Emmy appeared surprised. “Just what do you have up your sleeve Mr. Butler?”

“Well Miss Rossum, to start out I thought maybe we could go shopping down at Portobello Market. After that stop for some lunch and…” He smirked as he reached into his jacket pocket. “I had Andrew pull some strings to get these.” He pulled out two tickets.

Emmy cocked her head. “What are those?” She went to reach for them but Gerry pulled them back at the last second, eliciting a growl from her.

“I thought I’d bring you a taste of home. They are tickets for the musical Chicago. I thought that would be a perfect end to a perfect day.” Gerry winked at her.

“You got tickets to Chicago?” Emmy asked excitedly as she jumped up off the couch. “Tell me you are kidding?”

Gerry chuckled as he watched as she bound over to sit next to him. “Would I lie to you?” He wrapped his arm around her and gave her a small squeeze.

“I’ve been dying to see that back in the States but I’ve been so busy with classes.” She tried to look at the tickets in his hands. “Come on let me see.” She laughed as she tried to snatch them out of his hands. When he moved his hands again she pushed at his shoulders, knocking him back on the couch. “You’re not playing fair.” She growled again playfully.

“Have you ever known me to play fair?” He laughed as he tried to find off her delicate fists. “Hey shouldn’t you be getting dressed? I mean I have no problem with you going out in that.” He motioned to her pajamas.

Laughing, Emmy got up off the couch. “Ok, I’m going. It will only take me a few minutes.”

“Sure, uh huh. Women always say that.” Gerry said. He started laughing as he dunked when a pillow came flying at his head. “See you’re trying to kill me again.”

“You can tell you’re single.” Emmy scoffed as she headed back towards the bedroom.

“What do you mean by that?” Gerry exclaimed as he laughed.

“Because a guy with a girlfriend would never tell her she takes too long getting dressed. They know better.” Emmy stuck out her tongue as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

Gerry fell back against the couch again, wiping his eyes from laughing too hard. It was so good to see Emmy again. It was just like old times. He was finding that he had actually missed her a bit. She always found a way to get him smiling. It was going to prove interesting to work with her again. He suddenly found himself a bit sad that she would be leaving tomorrow. She’ll be back, he told himself. It’s only temporary.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Gerry’s head lifted to find Emmy standing in the doorway to the bedroom. “Wow that was quick.” He said in awe.

Emmy grinned. “I told you it wouldn’t take that long.” She looked down at her clothes. “Is this ok for the day?” She wore a pair of jeans clung to her hips and an off the shoulder sweater that was a rich blue color. With the neckline of the sweater, Gerry was given a glimpse of the creamy skin of her shoulders. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail with tendrils framing her face.

Gerry stood up and nodded quickly. “Oh ya. You look great.” He swallowed hard as he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “So are you ready?”

“I called to cancel that room service. Besides, you didn’t answer my question.” Emmy walked over to the cabinet and grabbed her purse.

“Which question?” Gerry asked her confused.

She smiled as she walked up to him. Looking up into his eyes, she whispered. “Penny for your thoughts. You looked almost sad when I walked back in. What were you thinking?”

He gave her a gentle smile. “I’m just glad that we are getting a chance to work together again.”

“And that makes you sad?” She asked confused.

He shook his head. “No, not at all. It’s just that you’re going back home tomorrow.” He shrugged.

The soft sound of her laughter filled his ears. “I’m coming right back. The whole reason I didn’t bring everything with me now is after talking to Andrew on the phone I wasn’t sure who I’d be working with. He made it sound almost like I shouldn’t take the job by saying, wait until you get here before telling me yes.”

“I know the feeling.” He chuckled as he took her hand. “Well we have a big day ahead of us. Shall we go, love?”

Intertwining their fingers, Emmy nodded as she smiled. “I’m ready when you are.”

* * * * * *

“What do you think of this?” Emmy held up a colorful silk scarf. “Isn’t this beautiful?” She wrapped it around her neck as she turned to look at Gerry. After getting a quick bite to eat, they had headed over to the Portobello Market. It was busy with today being Saturday. It was crowded but Emmy loved it. The place had atmosphere.

“It’s a little…” Gerry tilted his head as if trying to find the right word.

“What?” Emmy prodded him. “It’s what?”

“Ugly.” He couldn’t find a better word.

Emmy burst out laughing as she playfully swatted him. “It’s not ugly at all. It just has some very bright colors.”

“Ugly colors.” Gerry smirked.

“Ugh!” Emmy threw up her hands in exasperation. She put the scarf back as she began to sort through the racks. “I want to find a pretty one to use as a belt.”

“A belt?” Gerry cocked his head. “Why don’t you just buy a bloody belt?”

Emmy giggled as she grabbed a scarf printed with different shades of blues. “Because it looks fashionable with a scarf. Ah ha this one is perfect.” She pulled out the scarf and examined it. She looked at the woman proprietor. “I’ll take this one.”

“Alright that will be twenty five pounds.” The woman smiled at Emmy.

Emmy began to dig in her purse when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find Gerry giving the woman the money. “Gerry, you don’t have to do that.” She protested.

Smiling at the woman, Gerry took the scarf from her. He turned back to Emmy with an even bigger smile. “I wanted to.” He held up the scarf. “Now how do you put this on?”

“Just thread it through the loops in my jeans.” Emmy smiled as she lifted her arms up to give him better access. “Slide it through like you would a belt.” When he stepped closer to her, she rested her hands on his upper arms. She sucked in her breath as she felt the muscle under her fingertips, even through the leather.

Gerry began to slide the scarf through her belt loops until he came to the ones in the back. Sure, he could have told her to turn around, but he was never one to do things the easy way. Instead, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her. Pulling her close to his chest his hands met behind her back as he began to slowly thread the scarf through.

Emmy sucked in her breath as she was suddenly pulled to a broad muscular chest. With her height, the only thing she could hang on to and not stumble was his shoulders. Sliding her hands up his arms, she cupped his shoulders and leaned into him to give him better access.

Knowing that it normally wouldn’t take this long, Gerry took his own sweet time in guiding the scarf. Being this close he could smell the sweet flowery scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating. The scruff on his face gently teased the soft skin of her cheek as he bent his head to see what he was doing. Finally, he began to pull back. “There I’ve got it.” His voice came out a deep husky whisper.

Emmy slowly let go of his shoulders and took a step back. Her face felt hot from the blush that suddenly appeared. She laughed nervously as she looked down. “Thanks.”

A slow smirk appeared on Gerry’s face. “You’re welcome, love.” Then he motioned to her pants. “Here you still need it tied.” His fingers went to the loose ends of the scarf and he tied it. “There, now you’re all set.”

Emmy looked down and grinned. “See doesn’t this look better than a plain belt?” She turned around, giving him a look.

“Much better.” He nodded.

“Now I have to find something for you.” Emmy slid her arm around his as they began to walk.

“Emmy, you don’t have to get me anything.” Gerry shook his head. He smiled down at her, liking the feeling of her on his arm.

“But I want to.” She protested. “Now, what to get a man such as you? Hmm.”

“A man such as me?” He laughed. “And just exactly does that mean, Emmanuelle?”

She stumbled and stopped to look at him. “You know my full name? I never tell anyone my full name.” Emmy stared up at him.

“I know everything.” Gerry winked as he started walking again. “Besides you told me your full name back on the set. When I was trying to get you to pronounce mine.” He chuckled. “Americans tend to butcher my name.”

“HEY! I pronounced yours correctly.” She protested while giving him a mock pout.

“Ok ok, so you did.” He laughed.

“My name is too old fashioned.” She grumbled as she unconsciously let her head fall against his arm.

“I think it’s sexy.” Gerry blurted out. From the first time she told him her name, the mental images he had threatened his sanity. The name Emmanuelle made him think of satin sheets and candlelight. When he saw her blush a little, he cleared his throat. “Uh sorry.” He laughed nervously.

“Don’t be. At least I know someone likes it.” She smiled at him.

“Oh I like it a lot.” Gerry murmured. Seeing how quiet she suddenly became, he quickly changed the subject. “Are you hungry? Why don’t we get out of here and get some lunch?”

“But I still haven’t bought anything for you yet.” Emmy looked up at him. “I wanted to buy you something since you bought my scarf.”

“Emmy love, you don’t have to buy anything for me. Consider the scarf a Welcome to London present.” He smiled at her as he caressed her cheek. “Please?” He found himself begging softly.

Stopping, Emmy turned to face him. As she stared up at him, Gerry began to bat his long dark lashes. She couldn’t hold back the laughter as she let her head fall on his chest. “You don’t play fair. Ok ok…We’ll go to lunch.” She lifted her head and smiled up at him.

Wrapping an arm around her small waist, Gerry chuckled as they began to walk. “As I said love, I’m not known to play fair.” He smiled as he heard Emmy’s laughter. “Best you remember that.”

“Oh trust me, I will.” Emmy giggled.

“Good. Now what are you hungry for?”

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“Here we are love. Home, safe and sound.” Gerry pushed open the hotel door and held it open for her. “And just before midnight, so no worries that your carriage will turn into a pumpkin.” He grinned as she walked past him into the room.

Emmy smiled as she brushed past him. It has been a wonderful evening. The musical had been wonderful. She loved the theater and being there with Gerry had only made it better. He was becoming one of her closest friends. Tonight had just been perfect. She loved Chicago and must have thanked Gerry at least a dozen times for getting the tickets.

Closing the door behind him, Gerry walked over to her. “What time does your flight leave in the morning?”

Reaching up, Emmy took out the pins that held up her hair. Tossing them on the table, she ran her fingers through her hair. “Eleven but with an international flight I need to be there early. So I’ll probably take a cab to the airport around eight thirty.”

“You’re not taking a cab.” Gerry shook his head. “I’ll drive you to the airport.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Emmy told him. “It’s ok really.”

“I want to, so no arguments.” He smiled at her. “This way I know that you will be safe.”

Standing on her tiptoes, Emmy gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Gerry.”

The feel of her lips on him took him by surprise. Her lips were soft and brushed against him like butterfly wings. “Anytime, love.” He found himself trying to find his voice.

“Do you want to stay for a little bit? I can order us up some coffee?” Emmy asked, hoping that he would take her up on her offer this time.

“Sure, I’ll stay but I don’t need any coffee or anything.” He began to peel off his suit jacket and laid it on the back of the couch. Tonight he wore a simple black pinstripe suit with a black shirt that had the first three buttons undone. To Emmy he looked great. Hot actually, she added silently. Ok you really shouldn’t think your friend is hot. It’s not right.

Emmy kicked off her heels as she sat on the couch. “I love dressing up but I can only take so long in heels.” She groaned.

Gerry sat next to her. “I don’t know how you women do it. I mean sure, they look sexy but is the pain worth it?” He chuckled.

“Sometimes I wonder myself.” Emmy smiled as she grabbed her foot and started massaging.

Gerry let his eyes feast on her for a few brief stolen seconds. She looked amazing tonight. The dress she wore wasn’t anything fancy but a simple number of white silk. It had a rounded neckline that was lined with sparkling beads. The skirt was full brushing along her knees. Her hair had been pinned up, but now lay around her shoulders. “Here give me your foot.” He patted his lap.

“Why?” Emmy looked skeptical. “What are you doing?”

Grabbing her feet, Gerry pulled them onto his lap. He then grabbed the foot she had been massaging. Moving his thumbs over her arch, he began to massage the soreness away. Using the right amount of pressure, he gave her a foot rub. “How’s this love?”

Emmy fell back against the couch, playfully moaning. “Oh that feels heavenly! It’s been a long time since I’ve had one of these.”

He chuckled as he moved his fingers up and down the underside of her foot. “A diva like you not getting her proper foot therapy, oh the shame!” He teased.

“Come on snap to it there buddy.” Emmy playfully snapped her fingers as she giggled.

Gerry lifted his head as a smirk played upon his lips. Looking deep into her eyes, “As you wish, my lady.”

The intensity of his gaze had her swallowing hard. The feel of his hands massaging her feet almost had her moaning. Moving slowly back and forth, Gerry’s thumb was sliding up and down the length of her foot. Then he switched to the other foot to give it the same treatment, all the while keeping his eyes on her. With every stroke of his thumb, Emmy found herself shivering.

Giving her foot a final stroke, Gerry let it fall into his lap gently. He slid his hand up to her knee. “How does that feel? Better?” His voice was low and hypnotizing.

Wiggling her toes, Emmy nodded. “A million times better, thank you.” She gave him a shy smile.

“Good.” Gerry rubbed her knee softly. “I should get going. You need some sleep. Your plane leaves early tomorrow.”

“Yea, and I’m so tired as it is.” Emmy moved her feet off his lap and stood up.

Gerry stood, grabbing his jacket. “I’ll be here around eight. That way I can help you with your bags. Maybe we can stop for a quick breakfast on the way.”

“That would be great. Thank you, for everything.” Emmy smiled at him. “I had so much fun tonight. Thank you for getting the theater tickets. That was a wonderful surprise.”

Slipping on his jacket, Gerry grinned at her. “What are friends for?”

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the door.” Emmy motioned to the door.

“I’ll have my assistant start looking for apartments for you.” Gerry followed her.

Emmy laughed as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Don’t make that poor woman do any more work than she has to. I can look for myself when I get here.”

“Nonsense. Tonya will love this, trust me.” Gerry muttered. “Besides you will need one as soon as you get here. It’s no trouble, really.”

Emmy opened up the door and leaned against it. “I guess this is goodnight?”

“Yes, I suppose it is. You sleep well, Emmy.” Gerry reached up and brushed his knuckles over her cheek.

“I will. You get some sleep too. I mean if it’s too early for you, I can take a cab.” Emmy offered.

“No!” Gerry exclaimed, perhaps too loudly. “I promised I’d take you and I will. It’s really no trouble.”

“Ok. Then I will see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight Gerard.” She smiled as she pronounced his name correctly.

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips over her forehead as he whispered “Goodnight Emmanuelle.”

The instant his lips touched her skin, Emmy closed her eyes. Feeling the feather soft kiss, she clung to the door. Then suddenly it was over. When she opened her eyes, Gerry was gone.
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