Damie: The Right Type of Wrong

Chapter 2: Jamie's POV

Wow. I actually got the part of Christian Grey. And I get to work with Dakota Johnson! She seems like such a fun person to be around. As I head to my trailer, I see Dakota leaning against my door twiddling with her thumbs.
Hmm what's she doing here?
"Dakota!" I wave to her. She looks up and her face immediately lights up making me to grin as I make my way towards her.
"Jamie! No water this time?" her voice is laced with humor as she gives me a playful wink, clearly referring to our very first encounter.
"No, not this time," I laugh and pull her into a hug taking us both by surprise.
"Whoah! Jamie what are you doing?" she giggles and slowly, she responds and puts her arms around my neck. The mood suddenly changes between us. I feel myself gravitate more towards her, squeezing her tighter, like she's my source for living. I bury my nose in her hair as she nuzzles my chest. I can feel the electricity between us and it makes me pull back and stare into her eyes. She gazes at me with the same amount of fervor as we stand like this for a few seconds, though it feels like time is suspended. I feel myself start to lean in, but I catch myself. I let go of her and clear my throat flustered.
"So uhh did you need something?" I ask, avoiding eye contact and she does the same. Her cheeks have reddened a little.
"No, not really. I just wanted to tell you that Sam wants us on set in 15 minutes," she murmurs as she tugs on ends of her hair in a shy manner still avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, okay. Thanks for the heads up. So uhh..." I run my hand through my hair trying to think of what to say. "Do you want to come inside my trailer?" I ask slowly as my mouth dries. She lets out a chuckle and shakes her head.
"I don't really think that's a good idea Jamie. Besides, you could have cooties," she smirks, scrunching her face as she says cooties in disgust. I scoff at her and shake my head. The mood is back to light and playful again.
"You know, girls have them too," I say taking a step towards her, raising my eyebrows. She laughs flashing me two rows of pearly whites.
Crap, she's gorgeous.
I'm beaming back at her with adoration.
"Are you sure you don't want to come inside? I have tons of junk food, along with old Chinese takeout," I say, cocking my head to one side.
She has an amused expression on her face. "Tempting," she replies giggling. "But I actually have to go get ready in makeup and wardrobe. And so do you." She punches me lightly on the arm and I pretend to be hurt.
"Ms.Steele! Shall I take you across my knee?" I threaten, going into Christian Grey mode.
"You'll have to catch me first," she whispers as she darts towards the set before I have a chance to react. My adrenaline is pumping as I quickly catch up to her and I lift her into my arms. She's squealing and squirming as I carry her towards makeup and wardrobe.