BENNETT’S ‘CAMBRIDGE CHAT’ INTERVIEW –SEEN FROM CASSIE’S PERSPECTIVE
Cassie Wallace snuggled into her duvet and settled herself on the couch. She reached for the TV remote. She was having a quiet night in on her own while her fiancé, Bennett Saville, appeared on a local TV show in Cambridge. He was due to give a short interview in a few minutes and she was looking forward to it.
“Right, buster,” she murmured as she flicked the ON switch and the television flickered into life. “Let’s see what you have to say tonight. “
She leaned over and picked up her wine glass, now filled for the second time. She took a sip as she readied herself for the programme. She was just in time. The intro music for Cambridge Chat started and the camera swept to the presenter. Beside her sat the tall and very alluring figure of Cassie’s man. She felt a prickle of pride at seeing him there, so obviously confident and looking extremely sexy.
God, she was one lucky woman.
“Good evening. I’m Leslie MacIntyre for Cambridge Chat and with me is the wonderful Bennett Saville, star of the TV series ‘Gabriel’, winner of the ‘Best Actor’ Film and Television Award for his performance in the same show and stage star extraordinaire at his very own theatre back home in London. Welcome, Bennett. It’s lovely to have you on the show and in my home city of Cambridge.”
The soft Scottish tones of the attractive woman sitting opposite Bennett filled the room. Cassie smiled as he acknowledged the interviewer’s comments. He was so bloody assured of himself, accepting the compliments with a wry smile even as he said he wasn’t really sure they were deserving.
“You love it, darling,” she muttered to the screen. “You know you eat it all up. I could eat you all up the way you look tonight. God, you look good in that suit.”
She took another drink of her wine and turned up the volume. She watched the presenter and grinned slightly. The woman certainly seemed to be appreciating her fiancé. Her eyes were looking at him as if she wanted to nibble slowly on his ear lobes and undress him. Cassie knew that feeling well. She’d been the same when she’d first met the man. He’d an aura about him that was definitely supersonic in the sexy stakes. Their first kiss over two years ago, when they’d had their first date, had been a kiss that had been initiated by her when she could no longer stand to keep her mouth off him. It had been a fairly inflammable event that led to a rather raunchy night of love making at her house. She wasn’t normally a first date first bonk kind of woman but this man had left her no option with his smouldering sensuality. She raised her glass at the screen.
“Leslie, you have good taste, I have to say. But he’s all mine.”
Cassie felt a smug sense of satisfaction as she watched the interview. There was a time when she’d have felt fairly insecure about other women ogling her lover. Since then, they’d been through so much together. She’d also grown as a person and learned that their ten year age gap honestly meant nothing to Bennett. Cassie had come to terms with the relationship and even though she had the occasional flutter when women threw themselves at them, she’d learned to take it in her stride. To his credit, sometime Bennett seemed to be totally oblivious to all the swooning admiration sent his way. It had caused one or two arguments between them in the past.
She giggled at his reply to her question about his Gabriel Lockwood persona, the one he played in his TV series. It was the story of a university professor at Cambridge University who finds out he’s descended from a long and rather esteemed line of wizards. The naughty professor in him comes to the fore as he learns more about his abilities and his powers, leading to him being accused of being (in the TV presenter’s words) a’ cad and a charmer’.
Bennett’s dry reply at being asked whether he was like him led to his observation that it all depended who you asked as to whether he was like his alter ego. Cassie could definitely vouch for the charmer part but she drew the line at calling her fiancé a cad. A sexy, stubborn, mercurial and passionate prima donna, perhaps, but never a cad. And as for the comment about not being like Gabriel and going ‘haywire’ with the ladies’- well maybe not now. He was right-she would kill him. But he’d certainly had his share when he was younger. She was forever hearing stories about him from friends she met who each had their own special little bit of ‘Bennett smut’ to tell her.
Cassie finished her wine and poured another one. She watched as he leaned forward, hands waving all over the place as he told Leslie about his up and coming role in the new play being performed in his theatre. ‘Lonely Dove’ was a ghost story set in the 1600’s and was actually based on real life events that had occurred in the theatre they owned. The Val was Bennett’s passion when he wasn’t away filming TV shows or big screen movies. He loved performing on the stage and missed it when he wasn’t able to. Cassie had no doubt this new play would be the source of many a late night and an argument or two between him and his producer and best friend, Dylan. It also probably meant a little less sex that she was used to as his focus changed onto his role as Granton Thorne and this would consume both his mind and his time. That bit she wasn’t looking forward to.
Cassie sipped and her wine and nearly spluttered it out again in giggles at the interviewer’s next question about Bennett’s fan club, Savillicious, so called because he was ‘Bennett Saville and he was delicious.’ She had to give them a nod for their sense of creativity on that one. Last year Bennett had been accosted by a small group of young ladies in his changing room at the film studio. Given that he’d been undressed at the time and clad only in his boxers, his sense of indignation had been fairly understandable. But the thought of her haughty fiancé standing there facing what he’d called ‘a group of rabid young women who should be locked up by their dads’ still gave her a fit of the giggles. Cassie herself was very partial to all the social networking and she’d kept tabs on the group. Sometimes she thought they knew more than she did.
The interviewer’s next question seemed to throw him a little.
“I have to say I’ve Googled you a couple of time to prepare for this interview and some of the things I found online were fairly – shall we say- extreme?”
Cassie saw him do his ‘comfort’ thing, the thing he did when he was thinking what to say, stroking a seam or an imaginary crease in his trousers.
“Bennett, darling, if you only knew what I do,” she giggled as the third glass of wine started to take hold of her senses. “Those nude photos and all those marvellous fan fic stories out there –it’s like having my very own Bennett porn stash.”
Her lascivious thoughts made her groin tingle. Cassie tended to get fairly amorous when she was tipsy.
At this rate Bennett won’t know what hit him when he walks in.
She nearly choked on her wine at his reply.
‘Yes, I have seen those pictures. My fiancée takes great delight in finding them all and then moving them to her own personal ‘Inbox’ for posterity.”
How the hell did he know she had all those dodgy pictures on her computer? Had he been snooping?
She scowled a little fiercely. The man had no bloody shame.
She knew for the most part he ignored the rather sexy and often extreme photos of him in various compromising positions and state of undress, as well as the ones that showed him as being very well endowed, but it did irk him sometimes.
She snuggled back under the duvet, finishing off the last of her wine and putting the glass on the table. The interviewer was starting to wrap it up. Bennett was telling her about the lack of time he’d have for any holiday and she could see he wasn’t particularly happy about it. He’d promised her than when Lost Horizon had finished filming, they’d go away someway. But the way things were going it didn’t look like that would be any time soon. The only time they’d get away from London seemed to be when they went to Devon for Ian and Gabby’s wedding.
Cassie watched as Bennett stood up, stretching. She smiled fondly.
“Hurry on home, sweetheart,” she murmured sleepily. “I’m in the mood to jump your bones. And the way that woman is looking at you, so is she.” She frowned and switched off the TV, cuddling into the blanket and closing her eyes.
Just a catnap, then when she woke up, Bennett would be home.
