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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4
A Glen Powell RPF Series
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Glen feels like he's buzzing.
Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.
Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.
It's Billie.
He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.
Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.
Fuck.
He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.
“Billie!”
Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.
“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.
“Thanks. I like yours too”.
Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.
“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.
The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.
“Shoot”.
“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.
Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.
Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.
Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.
“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.
“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.
“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.
Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.
“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.
Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.
“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”
Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.
“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”
Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.
“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.
“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.
“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.
Glen laughs.
“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.
They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.
Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.
Fuck.
His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.
He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.
“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.
“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.
Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.
He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.
The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.
He has a split second to make a decision.
And so, he does.
“I think I like grey or ta--”
Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.
“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.
He nods.
For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.
Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.
Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.
They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.
His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath.
Fuck. Here we go.
He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.
Oh, Billie.
In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.
Shes's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.
He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.
“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.
Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.
Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.
He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He drops his head back against the wall behind him and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.
“Th---that was---”.
“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.
“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.
---
Billie
“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.
Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.
“No need darlin’, I got this”.
Billie exhales silently.
How is his voice so damn attractive?
How does he make that one WORD sound so damn attractive?
How is ALL of him so damn attractive?
She swallows thickly.
She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.
She’d kissed Glen Powell.
The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.
God.
To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes everytime she looked at him.
Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.
After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.
She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.
Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.
Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.
“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.
Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.
“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.
She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.
“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.
His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.
“It’s a date”.
Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.
Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.
“On?”
“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.
Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.
“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.
Glen nods in agreement.
“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.
Billie laughs again, now unable to help her frown.
“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.
Glen winks conspiratorially.
“I’ll message you with the time”.
“Can I at least have a hint?”
Glen shakes his head.
“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.
Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.
Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.
She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.
“Have a good night Billie”
Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.
“You too Glen”.
He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.
Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4
A Glen Powell RPF Series
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Glen feels like he's buzzing.
Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.
Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.
It's Billie.
He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.
Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.
Fuck.
He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.
“Billie!”
Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.
“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.
“Thanks. I like yours too”.
Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.
“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.
The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.
“Shoot”.
“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.
Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.
Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.
Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.
“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.
“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.
“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.
Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.
“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.
Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.
“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”
Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.
“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”
Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.
“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.
“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.
“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.
Glen laughs.
“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.
They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.
Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.
Fuck.
His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.
He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.
“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.
“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.
Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.
He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.
The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.
He has a split second to make a decision.
And so, he does.
“I think I like grey or ta--”
Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.
“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.
He nods.
For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.
Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.
Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.
They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.
His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath.
Fuck. Here we go.
He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.
Oh, Billie.
In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.
Shes's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.
He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.
“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.
Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.
Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.
He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He drops his head back against the wall behind him and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.
“Th---that was---”.
“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.
“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.
---
Billie
“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.
Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.
“No need darlin’, I got this”.
Billie exhales silently.
How is his voice so damn attractive?
How does he make that one WORD sound so damn attractive?
How is ALL of him so damn attractive?
She swallows thickly.
She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.
She’d kissed Glen Powell.
The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.
God.
To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes everytime she looked at him.
Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.
After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.
She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.
Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.
Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.
“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.
Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.
“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.
She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.
“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.
His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.
“It’s a date”.
Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.
Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.
“On?”
“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.
Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.
“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.
Glen nods in agreement.
“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.
Billie laughs again, now unable to help her frown.
“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.
Glen winks conspiratorially.
“I’ll message you with the time”.
“Can I at least have a hint?”
Glen shakes his head.
“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.
Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.
Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.
She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.
“Have a good night Billie”
Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.
“You too Glen”.
He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.
Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4
A Glen Powell RPF Series
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Glen feels like he's buzzing.
Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.
Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.
It's Billie.
He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.
Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.
Fuck.
He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.
“Billie!”
Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.
“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.
“Thanks. I like yours too”.
Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.
“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.
The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.
“Shoot”.
“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.
Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.
Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.
Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.
“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.
“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.
“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.
Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.
“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.
Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.
“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”
Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.
“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”
Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.
“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.
“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.
“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.
Glen laughs.
“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.
They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.
Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.
Fuck.
His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.
He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.
“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.
“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.
Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.
He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.
The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.
He has a split second to make a decision.
And so, he does.
“I think I like grey or ta--”
Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.
“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.
He nods.
For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.
Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.
Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.
They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.
His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath.
Fuck. Here we go.
He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.
Oh, Billie.
In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.
Shes's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.
He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.
“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.
Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.
Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.
He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He leans his head back against the wall and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.
“Th---that was---”.
“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.
“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.
---
Billie
“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.
Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.
“No need darlin’, I got this”.
Billie exhales silently.
How is his voice so damn attractive?
How does he make that one WORD sound so damn attractive?
How is ALL of him so damn attractive?
She swallows thickly.
She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.
She’d kissed Glen Powell.
The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.
God.
To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes everytime she looked at him.
Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.
After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.
She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.
Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.
Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.
“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.
Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.
“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.
She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.
“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.
His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.
“It’s a date”.
Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.
Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.
“On?”
“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.
Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.
“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.
Glen nods in agreement.
“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.
Billie laughs again, now unable to help her frown.
“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.
Glen winks conspiratorially.
“I’ll message you with the time”.
“Can I at least have a hint?”
Glen shakes his head.
“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.
Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.
Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.
She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.
“Have a good night Billie”
Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.
“You too Glen”.
He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.
Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4
A Glen Powell RPF Series
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Glen feels like he's buzzing.
Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.
Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.
It's Billie.
He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.
Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.
Fuck.
He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.
“Billie!”
Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.
“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.
“Thanks. I like yours too”.
Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.
“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.
The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.
“Shoot”.
“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.
Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.
Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.
Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.
“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.
“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.
“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.
Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.
“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.
Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.
“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”
Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.
“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”
Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.
“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.
“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.
“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.
Glen laughs.
“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.
They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.
Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.
Fuck.
His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.
He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.
“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.
“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.
Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.
He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.
The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.
He has a split second to make a decision.
And so, he does.
“I think I like grey or ta--”
Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.
“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.
He nods.
For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.
Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.
Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.
They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.
His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath.
Fuck. Here we go.
He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.
Oh, Billie.
In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.
Shes's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.
He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.
“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.
Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.
Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.
He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He leans his head back against the wall and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.
“Th---that was---”.
“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.
“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.
---
Billie
“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.
Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.
“No need darlin’, I got this”.
Billie exhales silently.
How is his voice so damn attractive?
How does he make that one WORD sound so damn attractive?
How is ALL of him so damn attractive?
She swallows thickly.
She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.
She’d kissed Glen Powell.
The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.
God.
To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes everytime she looked at him.
Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.
After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.
She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.
Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.
Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.
“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.
Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.
“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.
She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.
“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.
His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.
“It’s a date”.
Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.
Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.
“On?”
“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.
Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.
“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.
Glen nods in agreement.
“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.
Billie laughs again, now unable to help her frown.
“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.
Glen winks conspiratorially.
“I’ll message you with the time”.
“Can I at least have a hint?”
Glen shakes his head.
“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.
Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.
Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.
She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.
“Have a good night Billie”
Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.
“You too Glen”.
He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.
Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4
A Glen Powell RPF Series
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Glen feels like he's buzzing.
Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.
Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.
It's Billie.
He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.
Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.
Fuck.
He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.
“Billie!”
Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.
“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.
“Thanks. I like yours too”.
Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.
“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.
The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.
“Shoot”.
“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.
Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.
Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.
Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.
“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.
“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.
“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.
Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.
“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.
Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.
“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”
Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.
“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”
Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.
“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.
“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.
“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.
Glen laughs.
“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.
They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.
Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.
Fuck.
His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.
He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.
“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.
“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.
Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.
He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.
The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.
He has a split second to make a decision.
And so, he does.
“I think I like grey or ta--”
Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.
“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.
He nods.
For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.
Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.
Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.
They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.
His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath.
Fuck. Here we go.
He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.
Oh, Billie.
In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.
Shes's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.
He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.
“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.
Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.
Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.
He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He leans his head back against the wall and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.
“Th---that was---”.
“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.
“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.
---
Billie
“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.
Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.
“No need darlin’, I got this”.
Billie exhales silently.
How is his voice so damn attractive?
How does he make that one WORD sound so damn attractive?
How is ALL of him so damn attractive?
She swallows thickly.
She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.
She’d kissed Glen Powell.
The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.
God.
To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes everytime she looked at him.
Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.
After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.
She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.
Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.
Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.
“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.
Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.
“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.
She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.
“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.
His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.
“It’s a date”.
Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.
Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.
“On?”
“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.
Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.
“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.
Glen nods in agreement.
“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.
Billie laughs again, now unable to help her frown.
“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.
Glen winks conspiratorially.
“I’ll message you with the time”.
“Can I at least have a hint?”
Glen shakes his head.
“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.
Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.
Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.
She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.
“Have a good night Billie”
Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.
“You too Glen”.
He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.
Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 4
A Glen Powell RPF Series
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Glen feels like he's buzzing.
Like the kind of buzzing you feel when you've had one too many cups of coffee, or a hit of pre workout just before a big gym session.
Except this time, he knows it has nothing to do with caffeine.
It's Billie.
He’s known her for less than twenty-four hours, but already he feels like he can’t get enough of her. Of her voice, her eyes, her lips, of her smile. Her fucking gorgeous smile.
Glen looks over when he sees a black Ford pick up pulling up a few spaces away, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees Billie step out of the car. He sucks in a breath as he looks her over, feeling his muscles clench as his eyes run over her body. Her thick legs, her round ass, her toned abdomen peeking out from beneath the cropped shirt she’s wearing. It’s enough to send him spinning.
Fuck.
He looks back at his reflection in his rearview mirror, running his fingers through his hair and putting his cap back on. He bares his teeth, checking for any missed pieces of food, before letting out a heavy breath and getting out of his car.
“Billie!”
Glen sees her look up at his call, a happy smile parting her lips when she sees him. He jogs the short distance over to her, watching as she puts her phone away and reaches up to shield her face from the afternoon sun.
“Nice wheels” he says, gesturing to her pick up behind her, Billie’s smile widening.
“Thanks. I like yours too”.
Glen grins, glancing back over at his own Chevy Silverado, his big silver truck standing out like a shining beacon in the Ikea parking lot.
“Can I ask you a question?” Billie asks as they start walking towards the entrance, Glen watching the way her long ponytail bobs as she walks.
The colour reminds him of roasted espresso beans, with ribbons of warm chocolate rippling through.
“Shoot”.
“It must be really hard for you to just, go out shopping? I mean everywhere you go, you kind of risk being stampeded by fans” Billie says, looking at the building entrance and back at Glen, “It didn’t even occur to me what this might be like for you, and now I feel a bit stupid that I asked you to come along. To Ikea of all places”.
Glen laughs and shakes his head. “Billie, I’d have said yes to anything you said if it meant that I got to spend more time with you”.
Glen loves the way her smile grows then, the soft blush that creeps into her golden skin from his words.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
“But to answer your question, yes, it can be hard. It’s not something I really thought about though, at least until Top Gun. That kind of changed everything”.
Billie laughs, and Glen immediately decides that her laugh is one of his new favourite sounds.
“I mean, not to go all fan girl on you, but I can see why that happened. You were pretty memorable in that movie” Billie says, offering a soft, sheepish smile and pulling her ponytail forward so that it tumbles down her shoulder.
“Yeah, as the asshole character” Glen replies, teasing another chuckle from Billie that makes his stomach flip.
“Well you did sort of save the day at the end, so perhaps that’s more the reason?” Billie reasons, her shoulders lifting in an adorable shrug, “Or you know, there’s the whole beach scene too, you were kind of gorg---, I mean, hard to forget in that”.
Glen turns to Billie with a raised eyebrow, willing her to continue talking. Instead he sees her mash her lips together, her eyes squeezing shut and her brow furrowing for a moment. She looks up at Glen a second later, her eyes big and beautiful, flashing with what Glen can only describe as embarrassment.
“I’m going to shut up now, because I’ve said too much and I’m making an idiot of myself”.
Glen drops his head back and laughs, clapping his hands together.
“You know, I’d be quite happy to recreate that scene for you if you really wanted to see it again. Private screening, just for you”
Billie laughs and shoves him playfully.
“You’re trouble, you know that?”
Glen doesn’t answer, instead flashing Billie his most charming grin.
“Alright so tell me, what kind of couch are we looking for?” Glen asks when they reach the entrance, cold, air-conditioned air blasting them as they walk through, “How many seats? Fold out? Material? Where is it going in your house?”
Billie bites her bottom lip again, and Glen has to put his hands on his hips to stop himself from grabbing her face and kissing her.
“I can’t answer any of those questions except that it’s going in my living room” Billie says, lifting her hands up in an I-don't-know-gesture’, the two walking through to the first of the showrooms.
“Okay so do you have any ideas of what you’re after then?” he asks, pausing when Billie leans over to run her hand over a navy throw blanket.
“A colour that Nugget’s fur won’t be so noticeable on. That’s about it so far”.
Glen laughs.
“Okay so no dark colours then” he says as they browse the concept bedroom, the theme an earthy mix of whites, browns and deep greens.
They move onto the next room - another bedroom, this one decorated in an urban, industrial theme. It’s all exposed brick walls and black fixtures, the bed linen a tangle of moody greys and dark navy. It reminds Glen of his own style at home, making him think of the dark charcoal sheets that are currently on his bed.
Sheets, he thinks, that would look great under Billie’s naked body.
Fuck.
His mind wanders for the tenth time since he’s been here, looking over to find Billie bending over to pick up and inspect a large terracotta coloured cushion. All of a sudden, his eyes are glued to her ass, her round, peachy ass in her bright blue, skin tight shorts.
He imagines it in just a pair of panties and nothing else, a deep wine colour, a tiny, lace and silk number that covers next to nothing. He imagines her bent over in front of him, a cheek in each of his hands, her skin soft and buttery smooth as he kneads her supple flesh.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Glen exhales deeply, squeezing his eyes shut and forcing himself to get his thoughts in check. He looks up a moment later to see Billie taking a photo of the tag on the cushion she's holding, before dropping it back onto the bed and making her way into the next room.
“Maybe suede?” Billie asks, running her hand over the back of a grey suede loveseat she's just stopped in front of, Glen following close behind.
“Probably not the best for fur though” Glen counters, Billie nodding in agreement and leaning her hip against the couch as she looks around the new room.
Glen hears laughter up ahead and he turns to see a group of girls walking towards the room they're in. There's four of them, all eighteen or so, laughing and chatting away at each other as they walk.
He exhales heavily through his nose. Young girls were always tough to deal with when he was out - they made the most noise. They also posted everything on social media.
The last thing he wants is fan attention when he's out with Billie, or worse, paparazzi following him in Ikea of all places. He knows from past experience it’s one of the quickest ways to freak out a girl he likes, particularly one that isn’t in the spotlight like Billie.
He has a split second to make a decision.
And so, he does.
“I think I like grey or ta--”
Billie’s words are abruptly cut short when Glen grabs her hand, pulling her into a nearby alcove behind the bedroom's wardrobe.
“Are we hiding?” Billie whispers after a moment, confusion evident on her face as she looks up at Glen in front of her.
He nods.
For a second he can’t think of anything except Billie, about how fucking gorgeous she is, about how right at this current moment she’s pressed up against him against a wardrobe, her fingers still wrapped in his.
Billie frowns, an amused, but confused expression on her face, Glen watching as she leans back to poke her head out of the alcove.
Glen sees her face transform with understanding when she sees what Glen is hiding from, the sound of the girls laughing and talking now evident inside the room. She leans back in towards Glen, a soft smile on her face, and it takes everything Glen has not to lean in and kiss her right there and then.
They both still when they hear the voices come closer, Glen's grip on Billie's hand tightening. He feels a momentary sting of alarm, all manner of potential scenarios now playing out in his head.
His chest tightens as he sucks in a deep breath, panic suddenly taking over his brain.
Fuck. Here we go.
He hears footsteps walk into the alcove and Glen isn't sure what to do, his thoughts immediately silenced when Billie reaches for his jaw and pulls his mouth to hers.
Oh, Billie.
In an instant every part of him relaxes, concerns from just a moment ago seemingly forgotten. Her lips are soft against his, moving against his in a tender kiss, her free hand cupping his jaw and holding his face to hers. He releases her other hand and searches for her waist, his fingers finding the bare skin beneath her short shirt and gripping at her warm flesh.
She's everywhere, all at once, the sweet taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the intoxicating scent of her skin, every single one of his senses suddenly drowning in her. Glen's heart races in his chest, his brain unable to think of anything else except Billie.
He hears the awkward stammering of the intruding girl, but it's barely audible above his heart beat in his ears. Just when Glen thinks he could die right here and now, Billie breaks away and turns her head, her hand still holding his face to her neck. He realises she’s shielding him, hiding his face from the unknown girl, his chest all but heaving as his mouth hangs less than an inch from her neck.
“Oh um, sorry” Billie says with a mischievous exaggerated giggle, the other girl muttering her own apology.
Glen barely listens as the girl backs away out of the alcove, unable to concentrate on anything except Billie's neck. He breathes in her scent, delicious and warm, forcing himself to stay still. It takes everything he has not to close that one inch gap and press his lips to Billie’s throat, every single fibre in his body screaming at him to drag his tongue along her skin.
Some part of him hears the girl return to her friends, the group giggling and quickly scurrying out of the showroom moments later. Reluctantly he pulls away when Billie releases his face, a heavy breath leaving his mouth as he does. Billie looks back at him with bright, wide eyes, Glen hyper aware that her chest is still pressed to his and his fingers are still gripping the warm skin of her waist. His thoughts are all but blank, except for how much he wants to do that all over again.
He's buzzing again, stronger now, the feel of Billie's lips against his seemingly burnt into his brain. He drops his head back against the wall behind him and looks down at her with an incredulous smile, words struggling to form in his mind.
“Th---that was---”.
“Some quick thinking?” Billie interrupts, finishing his sentence for him and flashing a gentle grin.
He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out, Billie laughing and grabbing his hand from her waist. He says nothing as she wraps her fingers in his and steps away from him, pulling on his hand so that his body peels away from the wall and follows her back out into the bedroom.
“C'mon you, we've gotta find me a couch”.
---
Billie
“Are you sure you’re okay with those? I can carry one if you need”.
Glen looks down at her and shakes his head, two furniture flat packs nestled firmly under each of his arms. Billie forces herself to keep her eyes trained on his face, fighting the urge to stare at his thick biceps.
“No need darlin’, I got this”.
Billie exhales silently.
How is his voice so damn attractive?
How does he make that ONE WORD sound so damn attractive?
How is ALL of him so damn attractive?
She swallows thickly.
She still can’t believe how bold she’d been earlier, still not quite believing that she’d kissed Glen. It was a split second idea that needed a split second decision. And she’d done it without a second thought.
She’d kissed Glen Powell.
The look on his face when she’d pulled away had made it all worth it though, and it had taken everything she had not to lean back in and kiss him up against the wall of the Ikea wardrobe.
God.
To say she was attracted to him was an understatement, now even more so if that was even possible. To his gorgeous green eyes, his devastatingly sexy smile, his broad, muscled chest. If she were a cartoon, she was pretty certain she’d be drawn with permanent heart shaped eyes every time she looked at him.
Billie pulls out her keys when they reach her car, unlocking the tailgate and stepping back to allow Glen to unload the flat packs into her tray.
After much searching she’d ended up finding a couch she liked - an ‘L’ shaped three seater with a chaise extension, in a rich caramel coloured leather. There hadn’t been any left in stock though, so she’d instead ordered it, with delivery expected early next week.
She’d also found a new wooden end table and a small oak bookshelf that she loved, both of which Glen was currently hauling into her car.
Billie opens the front door of her pick up and throws the bag of assorted cream and grey cushions she'd also bought onto the passenger seat, closing the door and turning around in time to see Glen shutting her tailgate. He reaches up to readjust his hat, his sandy blonde hair peaking out from beneath it, an effortlessly handsome smile on his chiselled face.
Billie wonders idly if he has any idea of the effect he has on her. Or on women in general for that matter.
“So I know we’ve spent the better part of the afternoon together, and at the risk of sounding needy, can I ask what you’re doing for dinner?”.
Billie can’t help the smile that tugs at her lips then, her face falling a second later when she remembers she actually does have plans.
“I've actually got a dinner to go to, a house-warming barbecue up in the hills”.
She feels her heart fall when his face drops, and in an instant she wishes she hadn't RSVP'd to her Saturday night plans.
“My boss just bought a new place” Billie explains looking down at her hands and then back up at Glen again, “but---, I’m free all day tomorrow?”.
His face instantly lights up at her words and suddenly her heart is soaring again, his gorgeous grin returning.
“It’s a date”.
Billie laughs and tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. “Does that mean today counts as our first date then?”.
Glen shrugs adorably. “That depends”.
“On?”
“Whether or not you liked it. If you didn’t, then no, it doesn’t count and tomorrow can be our real first date”.
Billie laughs out loud, shaking her head so that her ponytail swishes along her shoulder.
“I like unconventional dates” she says lifting up her hands in a shrug, “There isn’t so much pressure”.
Glen nods in agreement.
“Unconventional” he says repeating her word as if he’s thinking of ideas, his grin suddenly growing even wider.
Billie laughs again, but she can't help the frown that suddenly bends her brow.
“All of a sudden I’m scared to ask about what you’ve now got planned for tomorrow”.
Glen winks conspiratorially.
“I’ll message you with the time”.
“Can I at least have a hint?”
Glen shakes his head.
“Nope” he says, making the ‘p’ sound pop, “You said you like surprises”.
Bille laughs and rolls her eyes, immediately cursing herself for telling him that earlier.
“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” Glen says, pushing himself off her car and stepping towards her.
Billie only nods, a school-girl smile threatening to split her face.
She sucks in a breath when he leans in towards her, his lips grazing her cheek with a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes momentarily, opening them back up when he steps away, seeing him look down at her with a smile that makes her knees weak.
“Have a good night Billie”
Billie lets out a shaky, silent breath and smiles.
“You too Glen”.
He winks at her and suddenly Billie seriously considers cancelling her dinner plans, watching as he walks off towards his truck. He turns to look back at her when he reaches his car, that same damn gorgeous smile etched on his face as he waves at her. She stays frozen by her car, her mind reeling as she mentally goes over the afternoon she's just had, reaching up to wave back at him.
Moments later he's in his truck and driving away, leaving Billie standing alone in the Ikea parking lot with nothing but a stomach full of nerves and a mind full of excitement for tomorrow.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 3
A Glen Powell RPF Series
Sorry for the wait guys! I've been away for just over a month since Christmas, finally back and back to reality. Back to my regular posting schedule now, please enjoy chapter 3! x
Billie
Billie’s eyes flutter open and she takes a second to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings, remembering that she’s stayed the night at Bec’s. She stretches out her legs underneath the covers, the sheets soft and silky against her skin and she smiles - knowing Bec, they were likely several thousand thread count.
She rolls over and reaches for her phone on the bedside table, squinting when the screen lights up in her face. 8:32am.
For whatever reason, Billie could never sleep in after a night of drinking. She’d come to think of it as both a blessing and a curse - her body wanted to stay in bed and sleep but her head just couldn’t do it. She sits up in bed and does a quick body check, pleasantly surprised to find that she only has the mildest of headaches. Clearly, she’d gotten off easy after her night out with the girls.
She flops back down onto the pillow and lets out a breath, memories of last night playing through her head. What a night it had been indeed.
Glen.
She still can’t believe she’d met Glen Powell of all people, and more importantly, she can’t believe that they’d flirted all night. She remembers his smile - his handsome, golden-boy smile that made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, and his beautiful pale green eyes that seemed to look right through her. She could still hear his smooth, Texan accent in her head, a shiver running down her spine as his voice plays over.
After he’d bought her and the girls a drink - and Sloane had left to find Bec on the dancefloor, Glen and Billie had talked and laughed in that magical, flirty way that only ever happened when two people were really attracted to one another. He’d asked a number of questions about herself - how she knew Bec and Sloane, where she was from and what she did for work, and she in turn had asked about home in Texas and his home life in LA.
He’d been endearing and flirty in all the ways she’d imagined he’d be, but at the same time attentive and charming as they’d talked and laughed. Eventually they’d moved to the dancefloor when Glen’s friends had found him and practically dragged the two towards the stage, Billie finding Sloane among the crowd and unable to help her smile when she’d winked at her dancing next to Glen. She remembered the way Glen had danced beside her, both of them emboldened by alcohol and singing at the top of their lungs, his delicious cologne filling her nose as she swung her hips and threw her arms up next to him.
He was right there dancing beside her, a close proximity that would have bothered her if it had been any other stranger, but with Glen - his hips, his chest, his arms, bumping into her as she’d danced away to the music, she’d felt happy, confident and sexy. It was hard not to, not when he’d looked at her the way he had been, his attraction to her more than evident in his expressions.
Billie smiles to herself as she reaches for her phone again, opening up instagram and tapping on the first story bubble she sees - Sloane’s. It's a myriad of photos and videos - selfies of Sloane looking as devastatingly sharp and sexy as ever, photos of her and Bec smiling happily at the camera, of her and Billie pouting and posing, of the three of them having too many drinks and too many laughs. There’s a video of Bec dancing, her arms in the air, her head tossed back, a smile on her face as she dances away to the deep beat of the music, followed by another of Billie and Sloane from the front camera angle. Billie bites her lip when she sees Glen in the video behind her - though his face isn’t quite visible, she can see his torso and the way he’s nearly pressed against her back as they dance, the angled planes of his muscled chest beneath his shirt making Billie press her lips together. God.
Sloane’s story ends and Billie repeats the process with Bec’s, flicking through the endless photos and videos, all evidence of a girls night out with drinks, dancing and fun. Before Billie can help herself she’s typing in Glen’s name, tapping on his name and scrolling through his profile.
She feels herself getting more infatuated with him the more she looks at his photos, a snapshot of selected images from his very A-list life. There’s a few promo photos from old and upcoming projects, and professional photos from photo shoots that make Billie want to groan out loud - Glen posing and looking painfully handsome in a variety of bespoke couture. There’s photos and videos of various gym sessions and workouts, most of them picturing a shirtless, sweaty Glen, a determined, cheeky smile seemingly permanent on his face. There’s several of his adorable dog too - Brisket, as Billie had learned last night, the tiny dog he’d adopted earlier in the year that only made Glen seem even more adorable himself.
Billie smiles as she thinks back to last night when Glen had told her about Brisket, showing her a photo of the white and tan puppy on his phone. Billie had barely been able to contain her own laugh when she’d shared that her dog’s name was Nugget, showing Glen a photo of her big golden bear. They’d instantly bonded over their shared love of dogs, and the fact that they’d both named theirs after food, the two going on to gush about their fur-children for several long minutes.
Billie’s thumb hovers over the message button on Glen’s profile, suddenly wondering if she should message him. What would she say? Would he even see it? How did Instagram even work for famous people? Was it even him running his account? She considers this for a moment, various ideas of first messages running through her head, Billie dropping her phone a second later when she decides against it.
She stretches her arms up, feeling her shoulders crack in the way they always did in the morning, tossing off the covers and getting up out of bed. She walks into the adjoining ensuite bathroom - each of Bec’s guest bedrooms had one, of course, looking back at her reflection and pulling the silky tie from her hair. She looked okay considering the amount of drinks she’d had last night - the total number of which she couldn’t actually remember, her long brown hair falling messily around her face. She quickly washes her face and applies her morning skincare, putting her hair into a high ponytail and feeling somewhat refreshed enough to face the day.
Billie pads out into the lounge and looks up to find Ben frothing milk on their extravagant coffee machine in the kitchen, three large mugs laid out on the marble bench in front of him. Billie hears coffee beans grinding, the intoxicating scent of coffee suddenly hitting her and she pauses for a moment to breathe it in.
“That smells incredible”
Ben looks up as he turns off the steam and taps the silver jug of milk on the benchtop, offering Billie a welcoming smile.
“Morning Bil” he says as he starts to pour milk into the furthest mug, sliding it over to her when he’s done.
“Latte?”
Billie smiles gratefully, picking up the mug.
“You’re an angel Ben”.
She lifts the mug to her lips, breathing in the delicious, sweet scent, taking a sip and closing her eyes as she swallows. She tastes a hint of creamy vanilla and it instantly dawns on her that Ben knows her coffee order, opening her eyes to find Ben looking back at her expectantly.
Billie smiles, shaking her head, lifting the cup towards Ben. “Literally, an angel”.
Ben laughs and sets about making the rest of the coffees, putting a small spoon of sugar in the last one.
“How’s Bec?” Billie asks, taking another sip of her delicious coffee, “Hungover?”
Ben laughs again. “That’s an understatement. I haven’t seen her in this state in a long while”.
Billie chuckles, Ben smiling back at her as he stirs the coffee. “And Sloane?”
Billie shrugs, “No movement from her room, so I’d say she’s still sleeping it off”.
Ben drops the spoon into the sink and picks up the mug of coffee, looking back at Billie.
“Let me know when you’re hungry, and I’ll start making breakfast for you and the girls”
Billie’s face softens. Bec seriously had no idea how lucky she was. She thanks Ben and he smiles, nodding at her before walking off with the mug of coffee, presumably to give to Bec.
Billie takes another sip, savouring the heavenly taste, before making her way out onto the pool deck and sitting on the outdoor lounge. The morning sun shines down on her, a gentle warmth touching her skin, Billie letting out a sigh as she relaxes on the lounge. A soft meow makes her turn to her left, Billie’s gaze falling on Smudge, the Danton’s fluffy, tortoiseshell cat, walking over to her to say hello.
“Hi Smudgy girl” Billie coos, making a kissing sound and leaning forward to pat her, smiling when the large cat bumps her soft head into her hand.
Billie leans back when Smudge jumps up onto the lounge and flops down beside her, stretching out her legs and taking another long sip of coffee. She leans back on the cushions and closes her eyes, soaking in the morning sunshine and letting the warmth take over her body.
Her mind wanders and she thinks about her Saturday plans - a pilates class later this afternoon and a walk down the beach with Nugget, finished off with a trip to Ikea to pick out her new couch. The sound of her phone vibrating on the table suddenly disrupts her thoughts, making her open her eyes and squint into the morning sunshine. She picks up her phone and looks down at the screen, unable to help the involuntary smile that parts her lips when she reads his name.
@glenpowell: Please tell me you’ve got a good hangover cure?
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Glen
Glen lets out a breath as he lies in bed scrolling on his phone, Brisket’s tiny head resting peacefully on his chest. He’s been looking through Billie’s instagram for the last twenty minutes, unsure how it’s even possible to be this attracted to someone. Each new photo makes him want to audibly groan.
He’d been unashamedly thinking about her since the moment they’d said goodbye to each other last night, his drunken brain unable to let go of thoughts of her. It had been a long time since he’d been so enthralled by someone he’d just met, at least not since his last major relationship, and he’d forgotten what it was like to be seemingly captivated by a stranger.
It had taken Glen all of five minutes to message Billie when he’d woken up this morning - the hangover headache that was currently pounding his brain not even enough to stop him from thinking about her.
When they’d spoken last night Glen had discovered that Billie was a physical therapist that worked with college and high school athletes, and that she had a big golden retriever named Nugget. He knew that she was from Australia, though had been in LA for seven years after graduating university and working a Summer at Camp America - she’d since developed an odd hybrid mix of Australian and American accents which is why he’d been unable to place it initially. He also knew that she was really into health and fitness - which Glen figured was probably because of her active job, but also something that was more than evident from just looking at her.
Billie’s body was incredible. Toned and muscled, thick in the best way possible. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes off of her legs from the second he’d met her yesterday, let alone keep his head straight and away from thoughts of her ass. Looking at her Instagram didn’t help that either, not with the numerous photos of her at work and the gym in various forms of figure-hugging activewear. Jesus.
Glen bites his lip as he scrolls past another photo of her in a matching hot pink shorts and sports-bra combo, smiling and standing next to a pilates reformer with another equally fit, smiling girl. There’s several photos of Nugget too - panting happily and almost smiling, videos of the big golden retriever running at the beach and playing with other dogs.
He blinks quickly when Billie’s name suddenly pops up at the top of his screen, inhaling deeply as he taps on it, bringing him back to the chat screen to see her reply.
Rough morning? 🤣
Glen smiles, typing back at the screen.
You could say that. It’s been a while since I’ve drank like that
He watches the typing bubbles, her reply coming after a moment.
And you call yourself a Texan
He scoffs, laughing out loud, the sound making Brisket open one eye lazily, looking up at Glen from his perch on his chest.
It’s not easy to keep up drinking tolerance when you’re not allowed to drink for 80% of the year you know
The typing bubbles appear again, Glen watching his screen intently.
Ah, excuses, excuses. Perhaps you need to learn to break the rules?
Glen bites his bottom lip as he grins, her cheeky quips amusing him.
Sounds like you’re being a bad influence, Billie.
Me? I would never 😇
Glen laughs again.
So no magic cures for me then?
Her reply comes only a second later.
Hmm, I find coffee and a walk in the sun is usually my go to
Glen chuckles again, reaching down to pat Brisket, thinking about his answer for a moment before he types.
Is that what you’ll be doing today?
A photo suddenly appears in their messages from Billie - it shows a large mug of coffee held in one hand, with bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles underneath. From the looks of it she’s sitting on a deck, a pool in the background with bright turquoise coloured water reflecting off the morning sun.
Well I’ve got the coffee part sorted already.
I’ll take Nugget for a walk a little later though, probably to the beach if the weather stays like this?
Glen’s breath hisses, an instant question forming in his mind from her message. He’s typing his reply before he can even really think about it, ignoring the hesitation from the part of his brain that thinks he’s being too forward as he presses send.
Any chance you’d like some company for that walk? I’d like to test your hangover theory, and Brisket needs his exercise
He snaps a quick photo of Brisket snoozing on his chest, his chin resting peacefully on his paws, sending it along with his message.
Glen feels his heart race as he sees the typing bubbles appear, seconds suddenly feeling like hours as he stares at their chat. He doesn’t realise that he’s holding his breath until her reply pops up on the screen, an exhale falling from him and his mouth stretching into a grin as he reads.
All of a sudden he’s got Saturday plans too - hangover headache be damned.
---
Billie
“You ready for this Nugget?” Billie asks, looking in her rearview mirror at Nugget’s happily panting face in the backseat.
She half smiles when he sees that he’s not even paying attention to her, ears and eyes instead glued to the window and looking out at his favourite place.
Billie looks back in the mirror again, checking her reflection. She’s just come from pilates class, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail and falling down over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of cornflower blue, high waisted shorts and matching sports bra - the colour contrasting brightly against her golden skin, a cropped white t-shirt over the top that teases just a glimpse of her toned abdomen whenever she moves a certain way.
Billie knew she looked good - her love for all things fitness meant that she was confident in the thicker, sculpted shape of her body. Her average week consisted of multiple pilates classes, weights sessions and runs, not to mention her frequent hours in the gym with her clients and athletes at work. Still, even with that confidence, she’s painfully aware of the new flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a tiny part of her brain suddenly second guessing her outfit choice to meet with one of the most handsome men she’s ever met.
Billie pushes her thoughts aside and lets out a breath, putting on her sunglasses and getting out of the car.
She’s down on the sand, throwing a tennis ball into the waves and smiling as Nugget goes crashing into the water after the ball, when she hears a small bark that makes her turn to look over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as soon as she sees him walking towards her, her heart racing as he smiles his utterly gorgeous smile back at her.
“Hey there darlin’”
His silky Texan voice makes her want to swoon out loud, nearly as much as the view of his delicious, muscled shoulders in the black muscle tank he’s wearing does. She’s immediately thankful she’s wearing her sunglasses so her gaze can linger a second longer without being noticed, her eyes running over his toned, golden biceps. God.
A white trucker cap sits backwards on his head, his sandy brown hair peeking out messily underneath. He looks classic, all-American and insanely handsome, Billie forgetting how to speak for just a moment.
“Hey yourself” she replies after a beat, swallowing thickly when he steps forward and leans in to kiss her cheek.
“I know you’ve already had one today” he says when he steps away, holding up a tray of coffee cups Billie’s only just noticed he’s holding, “But I thought I’d go out on a limb and get you one anyway”
Billie laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Why are there four though?”
Glen shrugs adorably, his pale green eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I realised I didn’t know your coffee order, so I decided to get options” he explains, gesturing with his free hand to the coffee cups, “Plus, I know how good the coffee is in Australia compared to here so I figured I better get you something good”.
Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders in blatant agreement as he points out a latte, a double cappuccino and an Americano. She points at the latte and smiles when he hands her the cup, watching as he takes the Americano for himself and bends to put the tray on the ground.
“And this must be Brisket!” Billie remarks suddenly, having momentarily forgotten about him, bending to Glen’s feet to pat the tiny tan and white dog.
She’s not at all used to such a small dog, and she can’t help but compare the size of Brisket’s head to Nugget’s. Her hand covers his entire face, his petite nose no bigger than the top part of her thumb. She grins when Brisket licks her hand, his tag wagging furiously and shaking his entire body.
“You are just adorable” Billie coos, moving to scratch his belly and laughing when he immediately rolls over onto his back, one of his back legs suddenly kicking when Billie hits a spot near his chest.
Glen laughs, the sound echoing in Billie’s ears.
“Seems you’ve got a fan”.
Billie laughs again as she stands, wiping her hands on her legs, shrugging her shoulders as she looks up at Glen. “It’s easy when you know the right spots to scratch”.
Glen chuckles at that, Billie smiling over at him as she takes a sip of her coffee.
“And I take it that’s Nugget?” Glen asks, pointing out at the shore behind her.
Billie turns in time to see Nugget on his way back to her, bounding happily along the sand with the tennis ball held firmly in his mouth. She looks back at Glen and nods, gesturing with her head towards Nugget.
“Brace yourself, he forgets his size sometimes”.
As if on cue Nugget comes charging over and stops only inches from Billie’s feet, dropping the ball and shaking his saturated fur with zero regard for his close proximity. Billie yells and Glen laughs, neither of them reacting in time to avoid the shower of salty, wet-dog water. Nugget pants happily, seemingly unphased by what he’s done, Brisket darting forward and straining on his leash to meet his new golden friend.
“Oh my god Nugget!” Billie says exasperated, wiping salty water drops off her t-shirt and flashing Glen an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry. You’d think by now that I’d be used to that, or at least be quick enough to dodge his shakes”.
Glen shakes his head and laughs, wiping the water droplets from his arms. “It’s really okay. I should have seen that coming too”.
Billie shakes her head and wipes her hands, looking down at the two dogs as they sniff each other curiously. Their tails wag happily, sniffing and inspecting each other in that way that dogs do, Billie and Glen looking on like proud parents watching their children make friends on their first day of school.
“Nugget, be gentle buddy” Billie says sternly when Nugget drops his front legs and wiggles his bum in the air like he’s ready to pounce, Brisket letting out a high pitched bark and copying the bigger dog’s play stance.
Glen bends to unclip Brisket’s leash and in a flash the two dogs are off, racing down the sand towards the water and darting in and out of the crashing waves. He stands up and takes a sip of his coffee, Billie and Glen standing together and watching their dogs in a moment of comfortable silence.
Billie can’t help but smile as she watches on, still not quite believing the reality of her Saturday afternoon - standing on a beach drinking coffee with a gorgeous celebrity, their dogs playing out in front like the best of friends. It was certainly not the afternoon she’d envisioned, but it was definitely shaping up to be better than she’d thought.
“How’s the head by the way? Feeling better than this morning?” Billie asks without looking at Glen, acutely aware of how close he’s standing to her.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Glen’s lips part into a grin.
“Better now actually”.
“I told you the sunshine helps” Billie replies, watching as Nugget crashes into the waves before turning to look at Brisket, the small dog standing on the safety of sand and barking loudly at his new friend.
“Might be, but I think it's more likely because of something else”.
Billie raises an eyebrow, turning to him to ask what he means, only to find that he’s already looking at her with an effortlessly sexy smile on his face. It takes her a second to realise he’s talking about her, her face warming at the realisation.
Oh.
Brisket sprints back towards them, Nugget catching up within seconds - two of his strides equaling ten of Brisket’s. Nugget stops short when he reaches Billie, pushing his big bear head into Billie’s leg before taking an interest in Glen when he bends down to greet him.
“Hey bud” Glen says as he ruffles Nugget’s now even wetter fur, Billie watching from above and chewing on her bottom lip. For her, watching guys with dogs was the equivalent of watching a man hold a baby. It did things to her.
“So, just so I know for next time” Glen says when the dogs race off to the water again, Billie momentarily distracted by the way his biceps move as he shifts to sit on the sand beside her, “What is your actual coffee order?”
Billie laughs as she looks down at him, unable to hide her smile. “Next time?”
Glen grins up at her, and it takes everything Billie has not let out an actual moan. It should be illegal to have a smile like that.
“I’m very much hoping there’s going to be a next time” he says, patting the sand next to him and encouraging her to sit.
All of a sudden she feels like she’s sixteen again, feeling her chest warm and her cheeks heat, like she’s talking to her high school crush. She clears her throat, and readjusts her sunglasses, bending to sit down beside him. She’s even more aware of the less than three inches of space between them, the scent of his warm, earthy cologne suddenly filling her nose. She chews on the inside of her cheek, her lips tugging into a smile she can’t control.
“Well, I guess you weren’t far off really” Billie says after a moment, stretching her legs out in front of her and taking a sip of her coffee, “A latte usually, though I typically get a shot of vanilla or caramel because I like it a little sweeter”.
Glen nods, like he’s making a mental note, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup. “Which do you prefer?”.
Billie shrugs. “I like surprises”.
Glen laughs, a gorgeous grin splitting his face and Billie forces herself to look away and back out at the dogs.
“How were your friends this morning? Hungover?” Glen asks, the thought of her girlfriends making Billie laugh.
She thinks back to when she’d left Bec’s house this morning, her and Sloane significantly worse for wear as she’d said goodbye. Bec had all but groaned from her spot on the couch, barely looking up at her when Billie had bent to drop a kiss to her hungover friend’s head. Sloane hadn’t been much better herself, nursing a third mug of coffee and holding it to her face as if the caffeine would somehow absorb into her head that way.
“They were a little dusty, that’s for sure” Billie says with an amused smile, “They both couldn’t believe I was going to do a pilates class when I left this morning”.
Glen raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you do pilates often?”
Billie nods. “About two to three times a week. I love it. Have you done it before?”.
Glen scoffs, an almost pained expression painting his face before he flashes his teeth in an amused grin.
“Pilates is the worst. I mean, it’s great, but my god is it painful” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll admit it makes my ass look real good though”.
Billie drops her head back and laughs out loud, feeling Glen’s eyes on her as she does.
“Just pilates? Do you do anything else?”
“A few weights sessions here and there, a few runs as well” Billie says looking down at her coffee cup and then over at Glen, “Because I work with athletes I kind of need to be fit, or at least be able to do what they do to some degree. There’s no use me teaching them how to squat or sprint properly if I can’t do it myself you know?”.
Glen nods, and Billie can't help the way she smiles from the look he’s giving her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now.
“What about you? How often do you work out?” Billie asks, glancing out at the dogs and smiling when she sees Brisket chasing Nugget through the sand.
“Well, more if I have a project coming up, and more again if there’s a shirtless scene in it” Glen says, his lips curling into a grin when Billie laughs, “But usually four or five times a week. I try to run most days, and then do some weights work either at home or with my trainer”.
“You have a gym at home? I’m so jealous”.
Glen nods.
“I have a few pieces. But I prefer to get out and go to the gym where I can. I'll either go to my trainer’s gym in the city when I'm with him, or I'll go to Alo”.
Billie had heard about the Alo gym. It was an exclusive, members only club in the heart of downtown LA. It was stocked with all manner of sleek black, brand new equipment, and had just about every service you could think of - from on-site massage and wellness treatments to temporary PA's that would press and fold your clothes or get you whatever coffee order you wanted while you worked out. You could only go if you were invited to train there, which made itt ever popular with most celebrities and influencers. Billie had always wanted to see inside and experience it for herself, but she knew that was never going to happen.
“I've heard of Alo before. Looks like such an amazing gym” Billie comments, both her and Glen letting out a laugh when Brisket runs and tackles Nugget up ahead.
“It's pretty cool. I usually take Brisket with me when I go” Glen says, looking back over at Billie with a knowing grin, “You should come with me sometime. We could do a pilates session and you can laugh when I cry my way through it”.
Billie laughs again, more so when she pictures Glen groaning his way through the many poses and exercises she does regularly throughout the week.
“I'd like that”.
Glen grins at her, the look in his soft green eyes stealing the breath from Billie's throat.
“Me too”.
They fall into comfortable conversation after that, questions and answers flowing easily just like they had at the concert yesterday. Billie finds herself quickly becoming enamoured with Glen, with the way he listens to her so intently, with the way he looks back at her as she speaks. He asks her about home and she tells him about her family in Charlestown, a city in New South Wales, Australia. She tells him about her family - her older brother Bradley and his wife Jordyn, and her nephew and niece Harrison and Kiara. She tells him about her mum and dad - her dad, a now retired Captain in the Australian Navy, and about the rest of her big, loud, extended family.
Glen, in turn, tells her about his own family back home in Texas, about his parents and his two sisters, and his twin niece and nephew Gwen and Witt. Billie can’t help the involuntary smile that takes over her face as she listens to him, the love and passion he has for his family more than evident in his voice.
“Actually they came down to visit me while I was filming in Australia last year” Glen remarks with a happy grin, Billie’s own smile now seemingly permanent on her face as she looks at him.
“Yeah?”
Glen nods. “We were filming in Sydney, for maybe three months? The whole family came down and stayed with me, made a vacation out of it. It was incredible really, Sydney is insane, I mean, just Australia in general, it’s an amazing place”.
Billie looks back down at her coffee cup, suddenly feeling nostalgic for home. Her last visit home had been for Christmas last year - a trip she had done every single year since she’d moved to LA. She was fortunate enough that her boss was incredible, allowing her to take a few weeks of vacation leave to go home for Christmas each year. It was one of the reasons why, even after seven years, she was still working at the same place. That, and the fact that she loved her boss and the rest of the team she worked with.
Glen pulls out his phone and Billie watches as he swipes through some photos, turning his phone around and leaning closer to show her the screen. She’s momentarily distracted by his even closer proximity, forgetting how to breathe when his cologne clouds her nose. She closes her eyes for a split second forcing herself to concentrate, before pulling her sunglasses down and looking closely at the screen.
Glen flips through a sequence of photos, various shots of people who Billie reasons have to be Glen’s family, all of them smiling, laughing and posing for the camera. It’s a typical montage of family vacation shots, the kids swimming in the pool, Glen holding his niece and nephew above his head, a group shot of all of them standing on a pristine beach. There’s a few selfies of Glen that she recognises from looking through his Instagram this morning, one with him standing next to a koala, and another of him standing beside an older man, the same smile on both of their faces.
“That has to be your dad” Billie points out, her smile growing when Glen nods with a laugh, “You look exactly the same. That’s going to be you in twenty years”.
Glen points out the rest of his family members in the photos, his mother with her warm, kind eyes, and his two sisters, Lauren and Leslie, also sharing the same smile as Glen and his father. It isn’t hard to see that they’re all related, even his niece and nephew, both blonde and light eyed just like their uncle.
Glen swipes to the next photo - a background scene she recognises as the familiar Taronga Zoo, a place she’s taken her own niece and nephew on countless occasions back home. It’s another group selfie of Glen and his family, Billie recognising actress Sydney Sweeney on the right of the group smiling her signature gorgeous grin.
Of course.
Like a light bulb has gone off in her brain, Billie deduces that the family trip must have been when Glen was filming a rom-com movie last year. She remembers hearing that it was being filmed not far from her home in Australia, recalling the TV ads and passing billboards she’d seen advertising it around Christmas time. She hasn’t yet seen it, but she remembers Bec telling her it was funny and worth a watch.
Billie also remembers hearing about Glen and a potential affair with Sydney Sweeney during the filming, rumours that Shanya, one of her younger colleagues at work had told her about one day. Shanya was forever telling Billie about current celebrity gossip, talking to her as if Billie knew all the Hollywood stars personally.
For a second, she can’t help but think about the rumours, wondering if there was any truth to them after all.
“So would you go again?” Billie asks when Glen finishes swiping through the photos, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face as she looks at him.
“In a heartbeat” Glen replies instantly, Billie barely finishing her question, “My only issue is the flight time. It’s so far away”.
Billie laughs out loud, more than familiar with the sixteen hour, long haul flight time.
“And then there’s the jet lag”
Glen throws his head back and groans audibly, a sound that makes Billie chuckle in amusement.
“My God, the jet lag. It took me a good three days to get over it when we first got there”.
They both laugh again - Billie’s soft and musical and Glen’s deep and throaty, the two settling into comfortable silence moments later. The dogs are still playing up ahead, endless energy as they bound and chase after one another in the sand.
Billie grins in agreement.
“Every time I go home I think I’ll be fine, but sure enough three days later I’m still wide awake at three AM while everyone else is sound asleep”.
The sun shines down and warms Billie's skin, the relaxing sound of the crashing waves up ahead like ambient background music in her mind. It's a gorgeous day - cooler than yesterday's relentless Summer heat, but still warm. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of the sun warming her face, feeling content and at ease as she sits on the sand. She wonders how much of it has to do with the man beside her, opening her eyes and stealing a sideways glance over at him.
Billie lets out a silent breath.
He’s so god damn handsome.
As if he’s aware that she’s thinking of him, Glen turns to face her, gorgeous eyes soft as he offers a smile that makes Billie’s insides feel like melted chocolate. They look back at each other for a moment, each studying each other without words, Billie still not quite believing that she's sitting here on the beach with this unbelievably handsome man.
“So, what’s on for the rest of your day?”
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 3
A Glen Powell RPF Series
Sorry for the wait guys! I've been away for just over a month since Christmas, finally back and back to reality. Back to my regular posting schedule now, please enjoy chapter 3! x
Billie
Billie’s eyes flutter open and she takes a second to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings, remembering that she’s stayed the night at Bec’s. She stretches out her legs underneath the covers, the sheets soft and silky against her skin and she smiles - knowing Bec, they were likely several thousand thread count.
She rolls over and reaches for her phone on the bedside table, squinting when the screen lights up in her face. 8:32am.
For whatever reason, Billie could never sleep in after a night of drinking. She’d come to think of it as both a blessing and a curse - her body wanted to stay in bed and sleep but her head just couldn’t do it. She sits up in bed and does a quick body check, pleasantly surprised to find that she only has the mildest of headaches. Clearly, she’d gotten off easy after her night out with the girls.
She flops back down onto the pillow and lets out a breath, memories of last night playing through her head. What a night it had been indeed.
Glen.
She still can’t believe she’d met Glen Powell of all people, and more importantly, she can’t believe that they’d flirted all night. She remembers his smile - his handsome, golden-boy smile that made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, and his beautiful pale green eyes that seemed to look right through her. She could still hear his smooth, Texan accent in her head, a shiver running down her spine as his voice plays over.
After he’d bought her and the girls a drink - and Sloane had left to find Bec on the dancefloor, Glen and Billie had talked and laughed in that magical, flirty way that only ever happened when two people were really attracted to one another. He’d asked a number of questions about herself - how she knew Bec and Sloane, where she was from and what she did for work, and she in turn had asked about home in Texas and his home life in LA.
He’d been endearing and flirty in all the ways she’d imagined he’d be, but at the same time attentive and charming as they’d talked and laughed. Eventually they’d moved to the dancefloor when Glen’s friends had found him and practically dragged the two towards the stage, Billie finding Sloane among the crowd and unable to help her smile when she’d winked at her dancing next to Glen. She remembered the way Glen had danced beside her, both of them emboldened by alcohol and singing at the top of their lungs, his delicious cologne filling her nose as she swung her hips and threw her arms up next to him.
He was right there dancing beside her, a close proximity that would have bothered her if it had been any other stranger, but with Glen - his hips, his chest, his arms, bumping into her as she’d danced away to the music, she’d felt happy, confident and sexy. It was hard not to, not when he’d looked at her the way he had been, his attraction to her more than evident in his expressions.
Billie smiles to herself as she reaches for her phone again, opening up instagram and tapping on the first story bubble she sees - Sloane’s. It's a myriad of photos and videos - selfies of Sloane looking as devastatingly sharp and sexy as ever, photos of her and Bec smiling happily at the camera, of her and Billie pouting and posing, of the three of them having too many drinks and too many laughs. There’s a video of Bec dancing, her arms in the air, her head tossed back, a smile on her face as she dances away to the deep beat of the music, followed by another of Billie and Sloane from the front camera angle. Billie bites her lip when she sees Glen in the video behind her - though his face isn’t quite visible, she can see his torso and the way he’s nearly pressed against her back as they dance, the angled planes of his muscled chest beneath his shirt making Billie press her lips together. God.
Sloane’s story ends and Billie repeats the process with Bec’s, flicking through the endless photos and videos, all evidence of a girls night out with drinks, dancing and fun. Before Billie can help herself she’s typing in Glen’s name, tapping on his name and scrolling through his profile.
She feels herself getting more infatuated with him the more she looks at his photos, a snapshot of selected images from his very A-list life. There’s a few promo photos from old and upcoming projects, and professional photos from photo shoots that make Billie want to groan out loud - Glen posing and looking painfully handsome in a variety of bespoke couture. There’s photos and videos of various gym sessions and workouts, most of them picturing a shirtless, sweaty Glen, a determined, cheeky smile seemingly permanent on his face. There’s several of his adorable dog too - Brisket, as Billie had learned last night, the tiny dog he’d adopted earlier in the year that only made Glen seem even more adorable himself.
Billie smiles as she thinks back to last night when Glen had told her about Brisket, showing her a photo of the white and tan puppy on his phone. Billie had barely been able to contain her own laugh when she’d shared that her dog’s name was Nugget, showing Glen a photo of her big golden bear. They’d instantly bonded over their shared love of dogs, and the fact that they’d both named theirs after food, the two going on to gush about their fur-children for several long minutes.
Billie’s thumb hovers over the message button on Glen’s profile, suddenly wondering if she should message him. What would she say? Would he even see it? How did Instagram even work for famous people? Was it even him running his account? She considers this for a moment, various ideas of first messages running through her head, Billie dropping her phone a second later when she decides against it.
She stretches her arms up, feeling her shoulders crack in the way they always did in the morning, tossing off the covers and getting up out of bed. She walks into the adjoining ensuite bathroom - each of Bec’s guest bedrooms had one, of course, looking back at her reflection and pulling the silky tie from her hair. She looked okay considering the amount of drinks she’d had last night - the total number of which she couldn’t actually remember, her long brown hair falling messily around her face. She quickly washes her face and applies her morning skincare, putting her hair into a high ponytail and feeling somewhat refreshed enough to face the day.
Billie pads out into the lounge and looks up to find Ben frothing milk on their extravagant coffee machine in the kitchen, three large mugs laid out on the marble bench in front of him. Billie hears coffee beans grinding, the intoxicating scent of coffee suddenly hitting her and she pauses for a moment to breathe it in.
“That smells incredible”
Ben looks up as he turns off the steam and taps the silver jug of milk on the benchtop, offering Billie a welcoming smile.
“Morning Bil” he says as he starts to pour milk into the furthest mug, sliding it over to her when he’s done.
“Latte?”
Billie smiles gratefully, picking up the mug.
“You’re an angel Ben”.
She lifts the mug to her lips, breathing in the delicious, sweet scent, taking a sip and closing her eyes as she swallows. She tastes a hint of creamy vanilla and it instantly dawns on her that Ben knows her coffee order, opening her eyes to find Ben looking back at her expectantly.
Billie smiles, shaking her head, lifting the cup towards Ben. “Literally, an angel”.
Ben laughs and sets about making the rest of the coffees, putting a small spoon of sugar in the last one.
“How’s Bec?” Billie asks, taking another sip of her delicious coffee, “Hungover?”
Ben laughs again. “That’s an understatement. I haven’t seen her in this state in a long while”.
Billie chuckles, Ben smiling back at her as he stirs the coffee. “And Sloane?”
Billie shrugs, “No movement from her room, so I’d say she’s still sleeping it off”.
Ben drops the spoon into the sink and picks up the mug of coffee, looking back at Billie.
“Let me know when you’re hungry, and I’ll start making breakfast for you and the girls”
Billie’s face softens. Bec seriously had no idea how lucky she was. She thanks Ben and he smiles, nodding at her before walking off with the mug of coffee, presumably to give to Bec.
Billie takes another sip, savouring the heavenly taste, before making her way out onto the pool deck and sitting on the outdoor lounge. The morning sun shines down on her, a gentle warmth touching her skin, Billie letting out a sigh as she relaxes on the lounge. A soft meow makes her turn to her left, Billie’s gaze falling on Smudge, the Danton’s fluffy, tortoiseshell cat, walking over to her to say hello.
“Hi Smudgy girl” Billie coos, making a kissing sound and leaning forward to pat her, smiling when the large cat bumps her soft head into her hand.
Billie leans back when Smudge jumps up onto the lounge and flops down beside her, stretching out her legs and taking another long sip of coffee. She leans back on the cushions and closes her eyes, soaking in the morning sunshine and letting the warmth take over her body.
Her mind wanders and she thinks about her Saturday plans - a pilates class later this afternoon and a walk down the beach with Nugget, finished off with a trip to Ikea to pick out her new couch. The sound of her phone vibrating on the table suddenly disrupts her thoughts, making her open her eyes and squint into the morning sunshine. She picks up her phone and looks down at the screen, unable to help the involuntary smile that parts her lips when she reads his name.
@glenpowell: Please tell me you’ve got a good hangover cure?
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Glen
Glen lets out a breath as he lies in bed scrolling on his phone, Brisket’s tiny head resting peacefully on his chest. He’s been looking through Billie’s instagram for the last twenty minutes, unsure how it’s even possible to be this attracted to someone. Each new photo makes him want to audibly groan.
He’d been unashamedly thinking about her since the moment they’d said goodbye to each other last night, his drunken brain unable to let go of thoughts of her. It had been a long time since he’d been so enthralled by someone he’d just met, at least not since his last major relationship, and he’d forgotten what it was like to be seemingly captivated by a stranger.
It had taken Glen all of five minutes to message Billie when he’d woken up this morning - the hangover headache that was currently pounding his brain not even enough to stop him from thinking about her.
When they’d spoken last night Glen had discovered that Billie was a physical therapist that worked with college and high school athletes, and that she had a big golden retriever named Nugget. He knew that she was from Australia, though had been in LA for seven years after graduating university and working a Summer at Camp America - she’d since developed an odd hybrid mix of Australian and American accents which is why he’d been unable to place it initially. He also knew that she was really into health and fitness - which Glen figured was probably because of her active job, but also something that was more than evident from just looking at her.
Billie’s body was incredible. Toned and muscled, thick in the best way possible. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes off of her legs from the second he’d met her yesterday, let alone keep his head straight and away from thoughts of her ass. Looking at her Instagram didn’t help that either, not with the numerous photos of her at work and the gym in various forms of figure-hugging activewear. Jesus.
Glen bites his lip as he scrolls past another photo of her in a matching hot pink shorts and sports-bra combo, smiling and standing next to a pilates reformer with another equally fit, smiling girl. There’s several photos of Nugget too - panting happily and almost smiling, videos of the big golden retriever running at the beach and playing with other dogs.
He blinks quickly when Billie’s name suddenly pops up at the top of his screen, inhaling deeply as he taps on it, bringing him back to the chat screen to see her reply.
Rough morning? 🤣
Glen smiles, typing back at the screen.
You could say that. It’s been a while since I’ve drank like that
He watches the typing bubbles, her reply coming after a moment.
And you call yourself a Texan
He scoffs, laughing out loud, the sound making Brisket open one eye lazily, looking up at Glen from his perch on his chest.
It’s not easy to keep up drinking tolerance when you’re not allowed to drink for 80% of the year you know
The typing bubbles appear again, Glen watching his screen intently.
Ah, excuses, excuses. Perhaps you need to learn to break the rules?
Glen bites his bottom lip as he grins, her cheeky quips amusing him.
Sounds like you’re being a bad influence, Billie.
Me? I would never 😇
Glen laughs again.
So no magic cures for me then?
Her reply comes only a second later.
Hmm, I find coffee and a walk in the sun is usually my go to
Glen chuckles again, reaching down to pat Brisket, thinking about his answer for a moment before he types.
Is that what you’ll be doing today?
A photo suddenly appears in their messages from Billie - it shows a large mug of coffee held in one hand, with bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles underneath. From the looks of it she’s sitting on a deck, a pool in the background with bright turquoise coloured water reflecting off the morning sun.
Well I’ve got the coffee part sorted already.
I’ll take Nugget for a walk a little later though, probably to the beach if the weather stays like this?
Glen’s breath hisses, an instant question forming in his mind from her message. He’s typing his reply before he can even really think about it, ignoring the hesitation from the part of his brain that thinks he’s being too forward as he presses send.
Any chance you’d like some company for that walk? I’d like to test your hangover theory, and Brisket needs his exercise
He snaps a quick photo of Brisket snoozing on his chest, his chin resting peacefully on his paws, sending it along with his message.
Glen feels his heart race as he sees the typing bubbles appear, seconds suddenly feeling like hours as he stares at their chat. He doesn’t realise that he’s holding his breath until her reply pops up on the screen, an exhale falling from him and his mouth stretching into a grin as he reads.
All of a sudden he’s got Saturday plans too - hangover headache be damned.
---
Billie
“You ready for this Nugget?” Billie asks, looking in her rearview mirror at Nugget’s happily panting face in the backseat.
She half smiles when he sees that he’s not even paying attention to her, ears and eyes instead glued to the window and looking out at his favourite place.
Billie looks back in the mirror again, checking her reflection. She’s just come from pilates class, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail and falling down over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of cornflower blue, high waisted shorts and matching sports bra - the colour contrasting brightly against her golden skin, a cropped white t-shirt over the top that teases just a glimpse of her toned abdomen whenever she moves a certain way.
Billie knew she looked good - her love for all things fitness meant that she was confident in the thicker, sculpted shape of her body. Her average week consisted of multiple pilates classes, weights sessions and runs, not to mention her frequent hours in the gym with her clients and athletes at work. Still, even with that confidence, she’s painfully aware of the new flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a tiny part of her brain suddenly second guessing her outfit choice to meet with one of the most handsome men she’s ever met.
Billie pushes her thoughts aside and lets out a breath, putting on her sunglasses and getting out of the car.
She’s down on the sand, throwing a tennis ball into the waves and smiling as Nugget goes crashing into the water after the ball, when she hears a small bark that makes her turn to look over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as soon as she sees him walking towards her, her heart racing as he smiles his utterly gorgeous smile back at her.
“Hey there darlin’”
His silky Texan voice makes her want to swoon out loud, nearly as much as the view of his delicious, muscled shoulders in the black muscle tank he’s wearing does. She’s immediately thankful she’s wearing her sunglasses so her gaze can linger a second longer without being noticed, her eyes running over his toned, golden biceps. God.
A white trucker cap sits backwards on his head, his sandy brown hair peeking out messily underneath. He looks classic, all-American and insanely handsome, Billie forgetting how to speak for just a moment.
“Hey yourself” she replies after a beat, swallowing thickly when he steps forward and leans in to kiss her cheek.
“I know you’ve already had one today” he says when he steps away, holding up a tray of coffee cups Billie’s only just noticed he’s holding, “But I thought I’d go out on a limb and get you one anyway”
Billie laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Why are there four though?”
Glen shrugs adorably, his pale green eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I realised I didn’t know your coffee order, so I decided to get options” he explains, gesturing with his free hand to the coffee cups, “Plus, I know how good the coffee is in Australia compared to here so I figured I better get you something good”.
Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders in blatant agreement as he points out a latte, a double cappuccino and an Americano. She points at the latte and smiles when he hands her the cup, watching as he takes the Americano for himself and bends to put the tray on the ground.
“And this must be Brisket!” Billie remarks suddenly, having momentarily forgotten about him, bending to Glen’s feet to pat the tiny tan and white dog.
She’s not at all used to such a small dog, and she can’t help but compare the size of Brisket’s head to Nugget’s. Her hand covers his entire face, his petite nose no bigger than the top part of her thumb. She grins when Brisket licks her hand, his tag wagging furiously and shaking his entire body.
“You are just adorable” Billie coos, moving to scratch his belly and laughing when he immediately rolls over onto his back, one of his back legs suddenly kicking when Billie hits a spot near his chest.
Glen laughs, the sound echoing in Billie’s ears.
“Seems you’ve got a fan”.
Billie laughs again as she stands, wiping her hands on her legs, shrugging her shoulders as she looks up at Glen. “It’s easy when you know the right spots to scratch”.
Glen chuckles at that, Billie smiling over at him as she takes a sip of her coffee.
“And I take it that’s Nugget?” Glen asks, pointing out at the shore behind her.
Billie turns in time to see Nugget on his way back to her, bounding happily along the sand with the tennis ball held firmly in his mouth. She looks back at Glen and nods, gesturing with her head towards Nugget.
“Brace yourself, he forgets his size sometimes”.
As if on cue Nugget comes charging over and stops only inches from Billie’s feet, dropping the ball and shaking his saturated fur with zero regard for his close proximity. Billie yells and Glen laughs, neither of them reacting in time to avoid the shower of salty, wet-dog water. Nugget pants happily, seemingly unphased by what he’s done, Brisket darting forward and straining on his leash to meet his new golden friend.
“Oh my god Nugget!” Billie says exasperated, wiping salty water drops off her t-shirt and flashing Glen an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry. You’d think by now that I’d be used to that, or at least be quick enough to dodge his shakes”.
Glen shakes his head and laughs, wiping the water droplets from his arms. “It’s really okay. I should have seen that coming too”.
Billie shakes her head and wipes her hands, looking down at the two dogs as they sniff each other curiously. Their tails wag happily, sniffing and inspecting each other in that way that dogs do, Billie and Glen looking on like proud parents watching their children make friends on their first day of school.
“Nugget, be gentle buddy” Billie says sternly when Nugget drops his front legs and wiggles his bum in the air like he’s ready to pounce, Brisket letting out a high pitched bark and copying the bigger dog’s play stance.
Glen bends to unclip Brisket’s leash and in a flash the two dogs are off, racing down the sand towards the water and darting in and out of the crashing waves. He stands up and takes a sip of his coffee, Billie and Glen standing together and watching their dogs in a moment of comfortable silence.
Billie can’t help but smile as she watches on, still not quite believing the reality of her Saturday afternoon - standing on a beach drinking coffee with a gorgeous celebrity, their dogs playing out in front like the best of friends. It was certainly not the afternoon she’d envisioned, but it was definitely shaping up to be better than she’d thought.
“How’s the head by the way? Feeling better than this morning?” Billie asks without looking at Glen, acutely aware of how close he’s standing to her.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Glen’s lips part into a grin.
“Better now actually”.
“I told you the sunshine helps” Billie replies, watching as Nugget crashes into the waves before turning to look at Brisket, the small dog standing on the safety of sand and barking loudly at his new friend.
“Might be, but I think it's more likely because of something else”.
Billie raises an eyebrow, turning to him to ask what he means, only to find that he’s already looking at her with an effortlessly sexy smile on his face. It takes her a second to realise he’s talking about her, her face warming at the realisation.
Oh.
Brisket sprints back towards them, Nugget catching up within seconds - two of his strides equaling ten of Brisket’s. Nugget stops short when he reaches Billie, pushing his big bear head into Billie’s leg before taking an interest in Glen when he bends down to greet him.
“Hey bud” Glen says as he ruffles Nugget’s now even wetter fur, Billie watching from above and chewing on her bottom lip. For her, watching guys with dogs was the equivalent of watching a man hold a baby. It did things to her.
“So, just so I know for next time” Glen says when the dogs race off to the water again, Billie momentarily distracted by the way his biceps move as he shifts to sit on the sand beside her, “What is your actual coffee order?”
Billie laughs as she looks down at him, unable to hide her smile. “Next time?”
Glen grins up at her, and it takes everything Billie has not let out an actual moan. It should be illegal to have a smile like that.
“I’m very much hoping there’s going to be a next time” he says, patting the sand next to him and encouraging her to sit.
All of a sudden she feels like she’s sixteen again, feeling her chest warm and her cheeks heat, like she’s talking to her high school crush. She clears her throat, and readjusts her sunglasses, bending to sit down beside him. She’s even more aware of the less than three inches of space between them, the scent of his warm, earthy cologne suddenly filling her nose. She chews on the inside of her cheek, her lips tugging into a smile she can’t control.
“Well, I guess you weren’t far off really” Billie says after a moment, stretching her legs out in front of her and taking a sip of her coffee, “A latte usually, though I typically get a shot of vanilla or caramel because I like it a little sweeter”.
Glen nods, like he’s making a mental note, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup. “Which do you prefer?”.
Billie shrugs. “I like surprises”.
Glen laughs, a gorgeous grin splitting his face and Billie forces herself to look away and back out at the dogs.
“How were your friends this morning? Hungover?” Glen asks, the thought of her girlfriends making Billie laugh.
She thinks back to when she’d left Bec’s house this morning, her and Sloane significantly worse for wear as she’d said goodbye. Bec had all but groaned from her spot on the couch, barely looking up at her when Billie had bent to drop a kiss to her hungover friend’s head. Sloane hadn’t been much better herself, nursing a third mug of coffee and holding it to her face as if the caffeine would somehow absorb into her head that way.
“They were a little dusty, that’s for sure” Billie says with an amused smile, “They both couldn’t believe I was going to do a pilates class when I left this morning”.
Glen raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you do pilates often?”
Billie nods. “About two to three times a week. I love it. Have you done it before?”.
Glen scoffs, an almost pained expression painting his face before he flashes his teeth in an amused grin.
“Pilates is the worst. I mean, it’s great, but my god is it painful” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll admit it makes my ass look real good though”.
Billie drops her head back and laughs out loud, feeling Glen’s eyes on her as she does.
“Just pilates? Do you do anything else?”
“A few weights sessions here and there, a few runs as well” Billie says looking down at her coffee cup and then over at Glen, “Because I work with athletes I kind of need to be fit, or at least be able to do what they do to some degree. There’s no use me teaching them how to squat or sprint properly if I can’t do it myself you know?”.
Glen nods, and Billie can't help the way she smiles from the look he’s giving her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now.
“What about you? How often do you work out?” Billie asks, glancing out at the dogs and smiling when she sees Brisket chasing Nugget through the sand.
“Well, more if I have a project coming up, and more again if there’s a shirtless scene in it” Glen says, his lips curling into a grin when Billie laughs, “But usually four or five times a week. I try to run most days, and then do some weights work either at home or with my trainer”.
“You have a gym at home? I’m so jealous”.
Glen nods.
“I have a few pieces. But I prefer to get out and go to the gym where I can. I'll either go to my trainer’s gym in the city when I'm with him, or I'll go to Alo”.
Billie had heard about the Alo gym. It was an exclusive, members only club in the heart of downtown LA. It was stocked with all manner of sleek black, brand new equipment, and had just about every service you could think of - from on-site massage and wellness treatments to temporary PA's that would press and fold your clothes or get you whatever coffee order you wanted while you worked out. You could only go if you were invited to train there, which made itt ever popular with most celebrities and influencers. Billie had always wanted to see inside and experience it for herself, but she knew that was never going to happen.
“I've heard of Alo before. Looks like such an amazing gym” Billie comments, both her and Glen letting out a laugh when Brisket runs and tackles Nugget up ahead.
“It's pretty cool. I usually take Brisket with me when I go” Glen says, looking back over at Billie with a knowing grin, “You should come with me sometime. We could do a pilates session and you can laugh when I cry my way through it”.
Billie laughs again, more so when she pictures Glen groaning his way through the many poses and exercises she does regularly throughout the week.
“I'd like that”.
Glen grins at her, the look in his soft green eyes stealing the breath from Billie's throat.
“Me too”.
They fall into comfortable conversation after that, questions and answers flowing easily just like they had at the concert yesterday. Billie finds herself quickly becoming enamoured with Glen, with the way he listens to her so intently, with the way he looks back at her as she speaks. He asks her about home and she tells him about her family in Charlestown, a city in New South Wales, Australia. She tells him about her family - her older brother Bradley and his wife Jordyn, and her nephew and niece Harrison and Kiara. She tells him about her mum and dad - her dad, a now retired Captain in the Australian Navy, and about the rest of her big, loud, extended family.
Glen, in turn, tells her about his own family back home in Texas, about his parents and his two sisters, and his twin niece and nephew Gwen and Witt. Billie can’t help the involuntary smile that takes over her face as she listens to him, the love and passion he has for his family more than evident in his voice.
“Actually they came down to visit me while I was filming in Australia last year” Glen remarks with a happy grin, Billie’s own smile now seemingly permanent on her face as she looks at him.
“Yeah?”
Glen nods. “We were filming in Sydney, for maybe three months? The whole family came down and stayed with me, made a vacation out of it. It was incredible really, Sydney is insane, I mean, just Australia in general, it’s an amazing place”.
Billie looks back down at her coffee cup, suddenly feeling nostalgic for home. Her last visit home had been for Christmas last year - a trip she had done every single year since she’d moved to LA. She was fortunate enough that her boss was incredible, allowing her to take a few weeks of vacation leave to go home for Christmas each year. It was one of the reasons why, even after seven years, she was still working at the same place. That, and the fact that she loved her boss and the rest of the team she worked with.
Glen pulls out his phone and Billie watches as he swipes through some photos, turning his phone around and leaning closer to show her the screen. She’s momentarily distracted by his even closer proximity, forgetting how to breathe when his cologne clouds her nose. She closes her eyes for a split second forcing herself to concentrate, before pulling her sunglasses down and looking closely at the screen.
Glen flips through a sequence of photos, various shots of people who Billie reasons have to be Glen’s family, all of them smiling, laughing and posing for the camera. It’s a typical montage of family vacation shots, the kids swimming in the pool, Glen holding his niece and nephew above his head, a group shot of all of them standing on a pristine beach. There’s a few selfies of Glen that she recognises from looking through his Instagram this morning, one with him standing next to a koala, and another of him standing beside an older man, the same smile on both of their faces.
“That has to be your dad” Billie points out, her smile growing when Glen nods with a laugh, “You look exactly the same. That’s going to be you in twenty years”.
Glen points out the rest of his family members in the photos, his mother with her warm, kind eyes, and his two sisters, Lauren and Leslie, also sharing the same smile as Glen and his father. It isn’t hard to see that they’re all related, even his niece and nephew, both blonde and light eyed just like their uncle.
Glen swipes to the next photo - a background scene she recognises as the familiar Taronga Zoo, a place she’s taken her own niece and nephew on countless occasions back home. It’s another group selfie of Glen and his family, Billie recognising actress Sydney Sweeney on the right of the group smiling her signature gorgeous grin.
Of course.
Like a light bulb has gone off in her brain, Billie deduces that the family trip must have been when Glen was filming a rom-com movie last year. She remembers hearing that it was being filmed not far from her home in Australia, recalling the TV ads and passing billboards she’d seen advertising it around Christmas time. She hasn’t yet seen it, but she remembers Bec telling her it was funny and worth a watch.
Billie also remembers hearing about Glen and a potential affair with Sydney Sweeney during the filming, rumours that Shanya, one of her younger colleagues at work had told her about one day. Shanya was forever telling Billie about current celebrity gossip, talking to her as if Billie knew all the Hollywood stars personally.
For a second, she can’t help but think about the rumours, wondering if there was any truth to them after all.
“So would you go again?” Billie asks when Glen finishes swiping through the photos, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face as she looks at him.
“In a heartbeat” Glen replies instantly, Billie barely finishing her question, “My only issue is the flight time. It’s so far away”.
Billie laughs out loud, more than familiar with the sixteen hour, long haul flight time.
“And then there’s the jet lag”
Glen throws his head back and groans audibly, a sound that makes Billie chuckle in amusement.
“My God, the jet lag. It took me a good three days to get over it when we first got there”.
They both laugh again - Billie’s soft and musical and Glen’s deep and throaty, the two settling into comfortable silence moments later. The dogs are still playing up ahead, endless energy as they bound and chase after one another in the sand.
Billie grins in agreement.
“Every time I go home I think I’ll be fine, but sure enough three days later I’m still wide awake at three AM while everyone else is sound asleep”.
The sun shines down and warms Billie's skin, the relaxing sound of the crashing waves up ahead like ambient background music in her mind. It's a gorgeous day - cooler than yesterday's relentless Summer heat, but still warm. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of the sun warming her face, feeling content and at ease as she sits on the sand. She wonders how much of it has to do with the man beside her, opening her eyes and stealing a sideways glance over at him.
Billie lets out a silent breath.
He’s so god damn handsome.
As if he’s aware that she’s thinking of him, Glen turns to face her, gorgeous eyes soft as he offers a smile that makes Billie’s insides feel like melted chocolate. They look back at each other for a moment, each studying each other without words, Billie still not quite believing that she's sitting here on the beach with this unbelievably handsome man.
“So, what’s on for the rest of your day?”
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 3
A Glen Powell RPF Series
Sorry for the wait guys! I've been away for just over a month since Christmas, finally back and back to reality. Back to my regular posting schedule now, please enjoy chapter 3! x
Billie
Billie’s eyes flutter open and she takes a second to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings, remembering that she’s stayed the night at Bec’s. She stretches out her legs underneath the covers, the sheets soft and silky against her skin and she smiles - knowing Bec, they were likely several thousand thread count.
She rolls over and reaches for her phone on the bedside table, squinting when the screen lights up in her face. 8:32am.
For whatever reason, Billie could never sleep in after a night of drinking. She’d come to think of it as both a blessing and a curse - her body wanted to stay in bed and sleep but her head just couldn’t do it. She sits up in bed and does a quick body check, pleasantly surprised to find that she only has the mildest of headaches. Clearly, she’d gotten off easy after her night out with the girls.
She flops back down onto the pillow and lets out a breath, memories of last night playing through her head. What a night it had been indeed.
Glen.
She still can’t believe she’d met Glen Powell of all people, and more importantly, she can’t believe that they’d flirted all night. She remembers his smile - his handsome, golden-boy smile that made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, and his beautiful pale green eyes that seemed to look right through her. She could still hear his smooth, Texan accent in her head, a shiver running down her spine as his voice plays over.
After he’d bought her and the girls a drink - and Sloane had left to find Bec on the dancefloor, Glen and Billie had talked and laughed in that magical, flirty way that only ever happened when two people were really attracted to one another. He’d asked a number of questions about herself - how she knew Bec and Sloane, where she was from and what she did for work, and she in turn had asked about home in Texas and his home life in LA.
He’d been endearing and flirty in all the ways she’d imagined he’d be, but at the same time attentive and charming as they’d talked and laughed. Eventually they’d moved to the dancefloor when Glen’s friends had found him and practically dragged the two towards the stage, Billie finding Sloane among the crowd and unable to help her smile when she’d winked at her dancing next to Glen. She remembered the way Glen had danced beside her, both of them emboldened by alcohol and singing at the top of their lungs, his delicious cologne filling her nose as she swung her hips and threw her arms up next to him.
He was right there dancing beside her, a close proximity that would have bothered her if it had been any other stranger, but with Glen - his hips, his chest, his arms, bumping into her as she’d danced away to the music, she’d felt happy, confident and sexy. It was hard not to, not when he’d looked at her the way he had been, his attraction to her more than evident in his expressions.
Billie smiles to herself as she reaches for her phone again, opening up instagram and tapping on the first story bubble she sees - Sloane’s. It's a myriad of photos and videos - selfies of Sloane looking as devastatingly sharp and sexy as ever, photos of her and Bec smiling happily at the camera, of her and Billie pouting and posing, of the three of them having too many drinks and too many laughs. There’s a video of Bec dancing, her arms in the air, her head tossed back, a smile on her face as she dances away to the deep beat of the music, followed by another of Billie and Sloane from the front camera angle. Billie bites her lip when she sees Glen in the video behind her - though his face isn’t quite visible, she can see his torso and the way he’s nearly pressed against her back as they dance, the angled planes of his muscled chest beneath his shirt making Billie press her lips together. God.
Sloane’s story ends and Billie repeats the process with Bec’s, flicking through the endless photos and videos, all evidence of a girls night out with drinks, dancing and fun. Before Billie can help herself she’s typing in Glen’s name, tapping on his name and scrolling through his profile.
She feels herself getting more infatuated with him the more she looks at his photos, a snapshot of selected images from his very A-list life. There’s a few promo photos from old and upcoming projects, and professional photos from photo shoots that make Billie want to groan out loud - Glen posing and looking painfully handsome in a variety of bespoke couture. There’s photos and videos of various gym sessions and workouts, most of them picturing a shirtless, sweaty Glen, a determined, cheeky smile seemingly permanent on his face. There’s several of his adorable dog too - Brisket, as Billie had learned last night, the tiny dog he’d adopted earlier in the year that only made Glen seem even more adorable himself.
Billie smiles as she thinks back to last night when Glen had told her about Brisket, showing her a photo of the white and tan puppy on his phone. Billie had barely been able to contain her own laugh when she’d shared that her dog’s name was Nugget, showing Glen a photo of her big golden bear. They’d instantly bonded over their shared love of dogs, and the fact that they’d both named theirs after food, the two going on to gush about their fur-children for several long minutes.
Billie’s thumb hovers over the message button on Glen’s profile, suddenly wondering if she should message him. What would she say? Would he even see it? How did Instagram even work for famous people? Was it even him running his account? She considers this for a moment, various ideas of first messages running through her head, Billie dropping her phone a second later when she decides against it.
She stretches her arms up, feeling her shoulders crack in the way they always did in the morning, tossing off the covers and getting up out of bed. She walks into the adjoining ensuite bathroom - each of Bec’s guest bedrooms had one, of course, looking back at her reflection and pulling the silky tie from her hair. She looked okay considering the amount of drinks she’d had last night - the total number of which she couldn’t actually remember, her long brown hair falling messily around her face. She quickly washes her face and applies her morning skincare, putting her hair into a high ponytail and feeling somewhat refreshed enough to face the day.
Billie pads out into the lounge and looks up to find Ben frothing milk on their extravagant coffee machine in the kitchen, three large mugs laid out on the marble bench in front of him. Billie hears coffee beans grinding, the intoxicating scent of coffee suddenly hitting her and she pauses for a moment to breathe it in.
“That smells incredible”
Ben looks up as he turns off the steam and taps the silver jug of milk on the benchtop, offering Billie a welcoming smile.
“Morning Bil” he says as he starts to pour milk into the furthest mug, sliding it over to her when he’s done.
“Latte?”
Billie smiles gratefully, picking up the mug.
“You’re an angel Ben”.
She lifts the mug to her lips, breathing in the delicious, sweet scent, taking a sip and closing her eyes as she swallows. She tastes a hint of creamy vanilla and it instantly dawns on her that Ben knows her coffee order, opening her eyes to find Ben looking back at her expectantly.
Billie smiles, shaking her head, lifting the cup towards Ben. “Literally, an angel”.
Ben laughs and sets about making the rest of the coffees, putting a small spoon of sugar in the last one.
“How’s Bec?” Billie asks, taking another sip of her delicious coffee, “Hungover?”
Ben laughs again. “That’s an understatement. I haven’t seen her in this state in a long while”.
Billie chuckles, Ben smiling back at her as he stirs the coffee. “And Sloane?”
Billie shrugs, “No movement from her room, so I’d say she’s still sleeping it off”.
Ben drops the spoon into the sink and picks up the mug of coffee, looking back at Billie.
“Let me know when you’re hungry, and I’ll start making breakfast for you and the girls”
Billie’s face softens. Bec seriously had no idea how lucky she was. She thanks Ben and he smiles, nodding at her before walking off with the mug of coffee, presumably to give to Bec.
Billie takes another sip, savouring the heavenly taste, before making her way out onto the pool deck and sitting on the outdoor lounge. The morning sun shines down on her, a gentle warmth touching her skin, Billie letting out a sigh as she relaxes on the lounge. A soft meow makes her turn to her left, Billie’s gaze falling on Smudge, the Danton’s fluffy, tortoiseshell cat, walking over to her to say hello.
“Hi Smudgy girl” Billie coos, making a kissing sound and leaning forward to pat her, smiling when the large cat bumps her soft head into her hand.
Billie leans back when Smudge jumps up onto the lounge and flops down beside her, stretching out her legs and taking another long sip of coffee. She leans back on the cushions and closes her eyes, soaking in the morning sunshine and letting the warmth take over her body.
Her mind wanders and she thinks about her Saturday plans - a pilates class later this afternoon and a walk down the beach with Nugget, finished off with a trip to Ikea to pick out her new couch. The sound of her phone vibrating on the table suddenly disrupts her thoughts, making her open her eyes and squint into the morning sunshine. She picks up her phone and looks down at the screen, unable to help the involuntary smile that parts her lips when she reads his name.
@glenpowell: Please tell me you’ve got a good hangover cure?
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Glen
Glen lets out a breath as he lies in bed scrolling on his phone, Brisket’s tiny head resting peacefully on his chest. He’s been looking through Billie’s instagram for the last twenty minutes, unsure how it’s even possible to be this attracted to someone. Each new photo makes him want to audibly groan.
He’d been unashamedly thinking about her since the moment they’d said goodbye to each other last night, his drunken brain unable to let go of thoughts of her. It had been a long time since he’d been so enthralled by someone he’d just met, at least not since his last major relationship, and he’d forgotten what it was like to be seemingly captivated by a stranger.
It had taken Glen all of five minutes to message Billie when he’d woken up this morning - the hangover headache that was currently pounding his brain not even enough to stop him from thinking about her.
When they’d spoken last night Glen had discovered that Billie was a physical therapist that worked with college and high school athletes, and that she had a big golden retriever named Nugget. He knew that she was from Australia, though had been in LA for seven years after graduating university and working a Summer at Camp America - she’d since developed an odd hybrid mix of Australian and American accents which is why he’d been unable to place it initially. He also knew that she was really into health and fitness - which Glen figured was probably because of her active job, but also something that was more than evident from just looking at her.
Billie’s body was incredible. Toned and muscled, thick in the best way possible. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes off of her legs from the second he’d met her yesterday, let alone keep his head straight and away from thoughts of her ass. Looking at her Instagram didn’t help that either, not with the numerous photos of her at work and the gym in various forms of figure-hugging activewear. Jesus.
Glen bites his lip as he scrolls past another photo of her in a matching hot pink shorts and sports-bra combo, smiling and standing next to a pilates reformer with another equally fit, smiling girl. There’s several photos of Nugget too - panting happily and almost smiling, videos of the big golden retriever running at the beach and playing with other dogs.
He blinks quickly when Billie’s name suddenly pops up at the top of his screen, inhaling deeply as he taps on it, bringing him back to the chat screen to see her reply.
Rough morning? 🤣
Glen smiles, typing back at the screen.
You could say that. It’s been a while since I’ve drank like that
He watches the typing bubbles, her reply coming after a moment.
And you call yourself a Texan
He scoffs, laughing out loud, the sound making Brisket open one eye lazily, looking up at Glen from his perch on his chest.
It’s not easy to keep up drinking tolerance when you’re not allowed to drink for 80% of the year you know
The typing bubbles appear again, Glen watching his screen intently.
Ah, excuses, excuses. Perhaps you need to learn to break the rules?
Glen bites his bottom lip as he grins, her cheeky quips amusing him.
Sounds like you’re being a bad influence, Billie.
Me? I would never 😇
Glen laughs again.
So no magic cures for me then?
Her reply comes only a second later.
Hmm, I find coffee and a walk in the sun is usually my go to
Glen chuckles again, reaching down to pat Brisket, thinking about his answer for a moment before he types.
Is that what you’ll be doing today?
A photo suddenly appears in their messages from Billie - it shows a large mug of coffee held in one hand, with bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles underneath. From the looks of it she’s sitting on a deck, a pool in the background with bright turquoise coloured water reflecting off the morning sun.
Well I’ve got the coffee part sorted already.
I’ll take Nugget for a walk a little later though, probably to the beach if the weather stays like this?
Glen’s breath hisses, an instant question forming in his mind from her message. He’s typing his reply before he can even really think about it, ignoring the hesitation from the part of his brain that thinks he’s being too forward as he presses send.
Any chance you’d like some company for that walk? I’d like to test your hangover theory, and Brisket needs his exercise
He snaps a quick photo of Brisket snoozing on his chest, his chin resting peacefully on his paws, sending it along with his message.
Glen feels his heart race as he sees the typing bubbles appear, seconds suddenly feeling like hours as he stares at their chat. He doesn’t realise that he’s holding his breath until her reply pops up on the screen, an exhale falling from him and his mouth stretching into a grin as he reads.
All of a sudden he’s got Saturday plans too - hangover headache be damned.
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Billie
“You ready for this Nugget?” Billie asks, looking in her rearview mirror at Nugget’s happily panting face in the backseat.
She half smiles when he sees that he’s not even paying attention to her, ears and eyes instead glued to the window and looking out at his favourite place.
Billie looks back in the mirror again, checking her reflection. She’s just come from pilates class, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail and falling down over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of cornflower blue, high waisted shorts and matching sports bra - the colour contrasting brightly against her golden skin, a cropped white t-shirt over the top that teases just a glimpse of her toned abdomen whenever she moves a certain way.
Billie knew she looked good - her love for all things fitness meant that she was confident in the thicker, sculpted shape of her body. Her average week consisted of multiple pilates classes, weights sessions and runs, not to mention her frequent hours in the gym with her clients and athletes at work. Still, even with that confidence, she’s painfully aware of the new flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a tiny part of her brain suddenly second guessing her outfit choice to meet with one of the most handsome men she’s ever met.
Billie pushes her thoughts aside and lets out a breath, putting on her sunglasses and getting out of the car.
She’s down on the sand, throwing a tennis ball into the waves and smiling as Nugget goes crashing into the water after the ball, when she hears a small bark that makes her turn to look over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as soon as she sees him walking towards her, her heart racing as he smiles his utterly gorgeous smile back at her.
“Hey there darlin’”
His silky Texan voice makes her want to swoon out loud, nearly as much as the view of his delicious, muscled shoulders in the black muscle tank he’s wearing does. She’s immediately thankful she’s wearing her sunglasses so her gaze can linger a second longer without being noticed, her eyes running over his toned, golden biceps. God.
A white trucker cap sits backwards on his head, his sandy brown hair peeking out messily underneath. He looks classic, all-American and insanely handsome, Billie forgetting how to speak for just a moment.
“Hey yourself” she replies after a beat, swallowing thickly when he steps forward and leans in to kiss her cheek.
“I know you’ve already had one today” he says when he steps away, holding up a tray of coffee cups Billie’s only just noticed he’s holding, “But I thought I’d go out on a limb and get you one anyway”
Billie laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Why are there four though?”
Glen shrugs adorably, his pale green eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I realised I didn’t know your coffee order, so I decided to get options” he explains, gesturing with his free hand to the coffee cups, “Plus, I know how good the coffee is in Australia compared to here so I figured I better get you something good”.
Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders in blatant agreement as he points out a latte, a double cappuccino and an Americano. She points at the latte and smiles when he hands her the cup, watching as he takes the Americano for himself and bends to put the tray on the ground.
“And this must be Brisket!” Billie remarks suddenly, having momentarily forgotten about him, bending to Glen’s feet to pat the tiny tan and white dog.
She’s not at all used to such a small dog, and she can’t help but compare the size of Brisket’s head to Nugget’s. Her hand covers his entire face, his petite nose no bigger than the top part of her thumb. She grins when Brisket licks her hand, his tag wagging furiously and shaking his entire body.
“You are just adorable” Billie coos, moving to scratch his belly and laughing when he immediately rolls over onto his back, one of his back legs suddenly kicking when Billie hits a spot near his chest.
Glen laughs, the sound echoing in Billie’s ears.
“Seems you’ve got a fan”.
Billie laughs again as she stands, wiping her hands on her legs, shrugging her shoulders as she looks up at Glen. “It’s easy when you know the right spots to scratch”.
Glen chuckles at that, Billie smiling over at him as she takes a sip of her coffee.
“And I take it that’s Nugget?” Glen asks, pointing out at the shore behind her.
Billie turns in time to see Nugget on his way back to her, bounding happily along the sand with the tennis ball held firmly in his mouth. She looks back at Glen and nods, gesturing with her head towards Nugget.
“Brace yourself, he forgets his size sometimes”.
As if on cue Nugget comes charging over and stops only inches from Billie’s feet, dropping the ball and shaking his saturated fur with zero regard for his close proximity. Billie yells and Glen laughs, neither of them reacting in time to avoid the shower of salty, wet-dog water. Nugget pants happily, seemingly unphased by what he’s done, Brisket darting forward and straining on his leash to meet his new golden friend.
“Oh my god Nugget!” Billie says exasperated, wiping salty water drops off her t-shirt and flashing Glen an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry. You’d think by now that I’d be used to that, or at least be quick enough to dodge his shakes”.
Glen shakes his head and laughs, wiping the water droplets from his arms. “It’s really okay. I should have seen that coming too”.
Billie shakes her head and wipes her hands, looking down at the two dogs as they sniff each other curiously. Their tails wag happily, sniffing and inspecting each other in that way that dogs do, Billie and Glen looking on like proud parents watching their children make friends on their first day of school.
“Nugget, be gentle buddy” Billie says sternly when Nugget drops his front legs and wiggles his bum in the air like he’s ready to pounce, Brisket letting out a high pitched bark and copying the bigger dog’s play stance.
Glen bends to unclip Brisket’s leash and in a flash the two dogs are off, racing down the sand towards the water and darting in and out of the crashing waves. He stands up and takes a sip of his coffee, Billie and Glen standing together and watching their dogs in a moment of comfortable silence.
Billie can’t help but smile as she watches on, still not quite believing the reality of her Saturday afternoon - standing on a beach drinking coffee with a gorgeous celebrity, their dogs playing out in front like the best of friends. It was certainly not the afternoon she’d envisioned, but it was definitely shaping up to be better than she’d thought.
“How’s the head by the way? Feeling better than this morning?” Billie asks without looking at Glen, acutely aware of how close he’s standing to her.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Glen’s lips part into a grin.
“Better now actually”.
“I told you the sunshine helps” Billie replies, watching as Nugget crashes into the waves before turning to look at Brisket, the small dog standing on the safety of sand and barking loudly at his new friend.
“Might be, but I think it's more likely because of something else”.
Billie raises an eyebrow, turning to him to ask what he means, only to find that he’s already looking at her with an effortlessly sexy smile on his face. It takes her a second to realise he’s talking about her, her face warming at the realisation.
Oh.
Brisket sprints back towards them, Nugget catching up within seconds - two of his strides equaling ten of Brisket’s. Nugget stops short when he reaches Billie, pushing his big bear head into Billie’s leg before taking an interest in Glen when he bends down to greet him.
“Hey bud” Glen says as he ruffles Nugget’s now even wetter fur, Billie watching from above and chewing on her bottom lip. For her, watching guys with dogs was the equivalent of watching a man hold a baby. It did things to her.
“So, just so I know for next time” Glen says when the dogs race off to the water again, Billie momentarily distracted by the way his biceps move as he shifts to sit on the sand beside her, “What is your actual coffee order?”
Billie laughs as she looks down at him, unable to hide her smile. “Next time?”
Glen grins up at her, and it takes everything Billie has not let out an actual moan. It should be illegal to have a smile like that.
“I’m very much hoping there’s going to be a next time” he says, patting the sand next to him and encouraging her to sit.
All of a sudden she feels like she’s sixteen again, feeling her chest warm and her cheeks heat, like she’s talking to her high school crush. She clears her throat, and readjusts her sunglasses, bending to sit down beside him. She’s even more aware of the less than three inches of space between them, the scent of his warm, earthy cologne suddenly filling her nose. She chews on the inside of her cheek, her lips tugging into a smile she can’t control.
“Well, I guess you weren’t far off really” Billie says after a moment, stretching her legs out in front of her and taking a sip of her coffee, “A latte usually, though I typically get a shot of vanilla or caramel because I like it a little sweeter”.
Glen nods, like he’s making a mental note, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup. “Which do you prefer?”.
Billie shrugs. “I like surprises”.
Glen laughs, a gorgeous grin splitting his face and Billie forces herself to look away and back out at the dogs.
“How were your friends this morning? Hungover?” Glen asks, the thought of her girlfriends making Billie laugh.
She thinks back to when she’d left Bec’s house this morning, her and Sloane significantly worse for wear as she’d said goodbye. Bec had all but groaned from her spot on the couch, barely looking up at her when Billie had bent to drop a kiss to her hungover friend’s head. Sloane hadn’t been much better herself, nursing a third mug of coffee and holding it to her face as if the caffeine would somehow absorb into her head that way.
“They were a little dusty, that’s for sure” Billie says with an amused smile, “They both couldn’t believe I was going to do a pilates class when I left this morning”.
Glen raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you do pilates often?”
Billie nods. “About two to three times a week. I love it. Have you done it before?”.
Glen scoffs, an almost pained expression painting his face before he flashes his teeth in an amused grin.
“Pilates is the worst. I mean, it’s great, but my god is it painful” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll admit it makes my ass look real good though”.
Billie drops her head back and laughs out loud, feeling Glen’s eyes on her as she does.
“Just pilates? Do you do anything else?”
“A few weights sessions here and there, a few runs as well” Billie says looking down at her coffee cup and then over at Glen, “Because I work with athletes I kind of need to be fit, or at least be able to do what they do to some degree. There’s no use me teaching them how to squat or sprint properly if I can’t do it myself you know?”.
Glen nods, and Billie can't help the way she smiles from the look he’s giving her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now.
“What about you? How often do you work out?” Billie asks, glancing out at the dogs and smiling when she sees Brisket chasing Nugget through the sand.
“Well, more if I have a project coming up, and more again if there’s a shirtless scene in it” Glen says, his lips curling into a grin when Billie laughs, “But usually four or five times a week. I try to run most days, and then do some weights work either at home or with my trainer”.
“You have a gym at home? I’m so jealous”.
Glen nods.
“I have a few pieces. But I prefer to get out and go to the gym where I can. I'll either go to my trainer’s gym in the city when I'm with him, or I'll go to Alo”.
Billie had heard about the Alo gym. It was an exclusive, members only club in the heart of downtown LA. It was stocked with all manner of sleek black, brand new equipment, and had just about every service you could think of - from on-site massage and wellness treatments to temporary PA's that would press and fold your clothes or get you whatever coffee order you wanted while you worked out. You could only go if you were invited to train there, which made itt ever popular with most celebrities and influencers. Billie had always wanted to see inside and experience it for herself, but she knew that was never going to happen.
“I've heard of Alo before. Looks like such an amazing gym” Billie comments, both her and Glen letting out a laugh when Brisket runs and tackles Nugget up ahead.
“It's pretty cool. I usually take Brisket with me when I go” Glen says, looking back over at Billie with a knowing grin, “You should come with me sometime. We could do a pilates session and you can laugh when I cry my way through it”.
Billie laughs again, more so when she pictures Glen groaning his way through the many poses and exercises she does regularly throughout the week.
“I'd like that”.
Glen grins at her, the look in his soft green eyes stealing the breath from Billie's throat.
“Me too”.
They fall into comfortable conversation after that, questions and answers flowing easily just like they had at the concert yesterday. Billie finds herself quickly becoming enamoured with Glen, with the way he listens to her so intently, with the way he looks back at her as she speaks. He asks her about home and she tells him about her family in Charlestown, a city in New South Wales, Australia. She tells him about her family - her older brother Bradley and his wife Jordyn, and her nephew and niece Harrison and Kiara. She tells him about her mum and dad - her dad, a now retired Captain in the Australian Navy, and about the rest of her big, loud, extended family.
Glen, in turn, tells her about his own family back home in Texas, about his parents and his two sisters, and his twin niece and nephew Gwen and Witt. Billie can’t help the involuntary smile that takes over her face as she listens to him, the love and passion he has for his family more than evident in his voice.
“Actually they came down to visit me while I was filming in Australia last year” Glen remarks with a happy grin, Billie’s own smile now seemingly permanent on her face as she looks at him.
“Yeah?”
Glen nods. “We were filming in Sydney, for maybe three months? The whole family came down and stayed with me, made a vacation out of it. It was incredible really, Sydney is insane, I mean, just Australia in general, it’s an amazing place”.
Billie looks back down at her coffee cup, suddenly feeling nostalgic for home. Her last visit home had been for Christmas last year - a trip she had done every single year since she’d moved to LA. She was fortunate enough that her boss was incredible, allowing her to take a few weeks of vacation leave to go home for Christmas each year. It was one of the reasons why, even after seven years, she was still working at the same place. That, and the fact that she loved her boss and the rest of the team she worked with.
Glen pulls out his phone and Billie watches as he swipes through some photos, turning his phone around and leaning closer to show her the screen. She’s momentarily distracted by his even closer proximity, forgetting how to breathe when his cologne clouds her nose. She closes her eyes for a split second forcing herself to concentrate, before pulling her sunglasses down and looking closely at the screen.
Glen flips through a sequence of photos, various shots of people who Billie reasons have to be Glen’s family, all of them smiling, laughing and posing for the camera. It’s a typical montage of family vacation shots, the kids swimming in the pool, Glen holding his niece and nephew above his head, a group shot of all of them standing on a pristine beach. There’s a few selfies of Glen that she recognises from looking through his Instagram this morning, one with him standing next to a koala, and another of him standing beside an older man, the same smile on both of their faces.
“That has to be your dad” Billie points out, her smile growing when Glen nods with a laugh, “You look exactly the same. That’s going to be you in twenty years”.
Glen points out the rest of his family members in the photos, his mother with her warm, kind eyes, and his two sisters, Lauren and Leslie, also sharing the same smile as Glen and his father. It isn’t hard to see that they’re all related, even his niece and nephew, both blonde and light eyed just like their uncle.
Glen swipes to the next photo - a background scene she recognises as the familiar Taronga Zoo, a place she’s taken her own niece and nephew on countless occasions back home. It’s another group selfie of Glen and his family, Billie recognising actress Sydney Sweeney on the right of the group smiling her signature gorgeous grin.
Of course.
Like a light bulb has gone off in her brain, Billie deduces that the family trip must have been when Glen was filming a rom-com movie last year. She remembers hearing that it was being filmed not far from her home in Australia, recalling the TV ads and passing billboards she’d seen advertising it around Christmas time. She hasn’t yet seen it, but she remembers Bec telling her it was funny and worth a watch.
Billie also remembers hearing about Glen and a potential affair with Sydney Sweeney during the filming, rumours that Shanya, one of her younger colleagues at work had told her about one day. Shanya was forever telling Billie about current celebrity gossip, talking to her as if Billie knew all the Hollywood stars personally.
For a second, she can’t help but think about the rumours, wondering if there was any truth to them after all.
“So would you go again?” Billie asks when Glen finishes swiping through the photos, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face as she looks at him.
“In a heartbeat” Glen replies instantly, Billie barely finishing her question, “My only issue is the flight time. It’s so far away”.
Billie laughs out loud, more than familiar with the sixteen hour, long haul flight time.
“And then there’s the jet lag”
Glen throws his head back and groans audibly, a sound that makes Billie chuckle in amusement.
“My God, the jet lag. It took me a good three days to get over it when we first got there”.
They both laugh again - Billie’s soft and musical and Glen’s deep and throaty, the two settling into comfortable silence moments later. The dogs are still playing up ahead, endless energy as they bound and chase after one another in the sand.
Billie grins in agreement.
“Every time I go home I think I’ll be fine, but sure enough three days later I’m still wide awake at three AM while everyone else is sound asleep”.
The sun shines down and warms Billie's skin, the relaxing sound of the crashing waves up ahead like ambient background music in her mind. It's a gorgeous day - cooler than yesterday's relentless Summer heat, but still warm. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of the sun warming her face, feeling content and at ease as she sits on the sand. She wonders how much of it has to do with the man beside her, opening her eyes and stealing a sideways glance over at him.
Billie lets out a silent breath.
He’s so god damn handsome.
As if he’s aware that she’s thinking of him, Glen turns to face her, gorgeous eyes soft as he offers a smile that makes Billie’s insides feel like melted chocolate. They look back at each other for a moment, each studying each other without words, Billie still not quite believing that she's sitting here on the beach with this unbelievably handsome man.
“So, what’s on for the rest of your day?”
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 3
A Glen Powell RPF Series
Sorry for the wait guys! I've been away for just over a month since Christmas, finally back and back to reality. Back to my regular posting schedule now, please enjoy chapter 3! x
Billie
Billie’s eyes flutter open and she takes a second to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings, remembering that she’s stayed the night at Bec’s. She stretches out her legs underneath the covers, the sheets soft and silky against her skin and she smiles - knowing Bec, they were likely several thousand thread count.
She rolls over and reaches for her phone on the bedside table, squinting when the screen lights up in her face. 8:32am.
For whatever reason, Billie could never sleep in after a night of drinking. She’d come to think of it as both a blessing and a curse - her body wanted to stay in bed and sleep but her head just couldn’t do it. She sits up in bed and does a quick body check, pleasantly surprised to find that she only has the mildest of headaches. Clearly, she’d gotten off easy after her night out with the girls.
She flops back down onto the pillow and lets out a breath, memories of last night playing through her head. What a night it had been indeed.
Glen.
She still can’t believe she’d met Glen Powell of all people, and more importantly, she can’t believe that they’d flirted all night. She remembers his smile - his handsome, golden-boy smile that made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, and his beautiful pale green eyes that seemed to look right through her. She could still hear his smooth, Texan accent in her head, a shiver running down her spine as his voice plays over.
After he’d bought her and the girls a drink - and Sloane had left to find Bec on the dancefloor, Glen and Billie had talked and laughed in that magical, flirty way that only ever happened when two people were really attracted to one another. He’d asked a number of questions about herself - how she knew Bec and Sloane, where she was from and what she did for work, and she in turn had asked about home in Texas and his home life in LA.
He’d been endearing and flirty in all the ways she’d imagined he’d be, but at the same time attentive and charming as they’d talked and laughed. Eventually they’d moved to the dancefloor when Glen’s friends had found him and practically dragged the two towards the stage, Billie finding Sloane among the crowd and unable to help her smile when she’d winked at her dancing next to Glen. She remembered the way Glen had danced beside her, both of them emboldened by alcohol and singing at the top of their lungs, his delicious cologne filling her nose as she swung her hips and threw her arms up next to him.
He was right there dancing beside her, a close proximity that would have bothered her if it had been any other stranger, but with Glen - his hips, his chest, his arms, bumping into her as she’d danced away to the music, she’d felt happy, confident and sexy. It was hard not to, not when he’d looked at her the way he had been, his attraction to her more than evident in his expressions.
Billie smiles to herself as she reaches for her phone again, opening up instagram and tapping on the first story bubble she sees - Sloane’s. It's a myriad of photos and videos - selfies of Sloane looking as devastatingly sharp and sexy as ever, photos of her and Bec smiling happily at the camera, of her and Billie pouting and posing, of the three of them having too many drinks and too many laughs. There’s a video of Bec dancing, her arms in the air, her head tossed back, a smile on her face as she dances away to the deep beat of the music, followed by another of Billie and Sloane from the front camera angle. Billie bites her lip when she sees Glen in the video behind her - though his face isn’t quite visible, she can see his torso and the way he’s nearly pressed against her back as they dance, the angled planes of his muscled chest beneath his shirt making Billie press her lips together. God.
Sloane’s story ends and Billie repeats the process with Bec’s, flicking through the endless photos and videos, all evidence of a girls night out with drinks, dancing and fun. Before Billie can help herself she’s typing in Glen’s name, tapping on his name and scrolling through his profile.
She feels herself getting more infatuated with him the more she looks at his photos, a snapshot of selected images from his very A-list life. There’s a few promo photos from old and upcoming projects, and professional photos from photo shoots that make Billie want to groan out loud - Glen posing and looking painfully handsome in a variety of bespoke couture. There’s photos and videos of various gym sessions and workouts, most of them picturing a shirtless, sweaty Glen, a determined, cheeky smile seemingly permanent on his face. There’s several of his adorable dog too - Brisket, as Billie had learned last night, the tiny dog he’d adopted earlier in the year that only made Glen seem even more adorable himself.
Billie smiles as she thinks back to last night when Glen had told her about Brisket, showing her a photo of the white and tan puppy on his phone. Billie had barely been able to contain her own laugh when she’d shared that her dog’s name was Nugget, showing Glen a photo of her big golden bear. They’d instantly bonded over their shared love of dogs, and the fact that they’d both named theirs after food, the two going on to gush about their fur-children for several long minutes.
Billie’s thumb hovers over the message button on Glen’s profile, suddenly wondering if she should message him. What would she say? Would he even see it? How did Instagram even work for famous people? Was it even him running his account? She considers this for a moment, various ideas of first messages running through her head, Billie dropping her phone a second later when she decides against it.
She stretches her arms up, feeling her shoulders crack in the way they always did in the morning, tossing off the covers and getting up out of bed. She walks into the adjoining ensuite bathroom - each of Bec’s guest bedrooms had one, of course, looking back at her reflection and pulling the silky tie from her hair. She looked okay considering the amount of drinks she’d had last night - the total number of which she couldn’t actually remember, her long brown hair falling messily around her face. She quickly washes her face and applies her morning skincare, putting her hair into a high ponytail and feeling somewhat refreshed enough to face the day.
Billie pads out into the lounge and looks up to find Ben frothing milk on their extravagant coffee machine in the kitchen, three large mugs laid out on the marble bench in front of him. Billie hears coffee beans grinding, the intoxicating scent of coffee suddenly hitting her and she pauses for a moment to breathe it in.
“That smells incredible”
Ben looks up as he turns off the steam and taps the silver jug of milk on the benchtop, offering Billie a welcoming smile.
“Morning Bil” he says as he starts to pour milk into the furthest mug, sliding it over to her when he’s done.
“Latte?”
Billie smiles gratefully, picking up the mug.
“You’re an angel Ben”.
She lifts the mug to her lips, breathing in the delicious, sweet scent, taking a sip and closing her eyes as she swallows. She tastes a hint of creamy vanilla and it instantly dawns on her that Ben knows her coffee order, opening her eyes to find Ben looking back at her expectantly.
Billie smiles, shaking her head, lifting the cup towards Ben. “Literally, an angel”.
Ben laughs and sets about making the rest of the coffees, putting a small spoon of sugar in the last one.
“How’s Bec?” Billie asks, taking another sip of her delicious coffee, “Hungover?”
Ben laughs again. “That’s an understatement. I haven’t seen her in this state in a long while”.
Billie chuckles, Ben smiling back at her as he stirs the coffee. “And Sloane?”
Billie shrugs, “No movement from her room, so I’d say she’s still sleeping it off”.
Ben drops the spoon into the sink and picks up the mug of coffee, looking back at Billie.
“Let me know when you’re hungry, and I’ll start making breakfast for you and the girls”
Billie’s face softens. Bec seriously had no idea how lucky she was. She thanks Ben and he smiles, nodding at her before walking off with the mug of coffee, presumably to give to Bec.
Billie takes another sip, savouring the heavenly taste, before making her way out onto the pool deck and sitting on the outdoor lounge. The morning sun shines down on her, a gentle warmth touching her skin, Billie letting out a sigh as she relaxes on the lounge. A soft meow makes her turn to her left, Billie’s gaze falling on Smudge, the Danton’s fluffy, tortoiseshell cat, walking over to her to say hello.
“Hi Smudgy girl” Billie coos, making a kissing sound and leaning forward to pat her, smiling when the large cat bumps her soft head into her hand.
Billie leans back when Smudge jumps up onto the lounge and flops down beside her, stretching out her legs and taking another long sip of coffee. She leans back on the cushions and closes her eyes, soaking in the morning sunshine and letting the warmth take over her body.
Her mind wanders and she thinks about her Saturday plans - a pilates class later this afternoon and a walk down the beach with Nugget, finished off with a trip to Ikea to pick out her new couch. The sound of her phone vibrating on the table suddenly disrupts her thoughts, making her open her eyes and squint into the morning sunshine. She picks up her phone and looks down at the screen, unable to help the involuntary smile that parts her lips when she reads his name.
@glenpowell: Please tell me you’ve got a good hangover cure?
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Glen
Glen lets out a breath as he lies in bed scrolling on his phone, Brisket’s tiny head resting peacefully on his chest. He’s been looking through Billie’s instagram for the last twenty minutes, unsure how it’s even possible to be this attracted to someone. Each new photo makes him want to audibly groan.
He’d been unashamedly thinking about her since the moment they’d said goodbye to each other last night, his drunken brain unable to let go of thoughts of her. It had been a long time since he’d been so enthralled by someone he’d just met, at least not since his last major relationship, and he’d forgotten what it was like to be seemingly captivated by a stranger.
It had taken Glen all of five minutes to message Billie when he’d woken up this morning - the hangover headache that was currently pounding his brain not even enough to stop him from thinking about her.
When they’d spoken last night Glen had discovered that Billie was a physical therapist that worked with college and high school athletes, and that she had a big golden retriever named Nugget. He knew that she was from Australia, though had been in LA for seven years after graduating university and working a Summer at Camp America - she’d since developed an odd hybrid mix of Australian and American accents which is why he’d been unable to place it initially. He also knew that she was really into health and fitness - which Glen figured was probably because of her active job, but also something that was more than evident from just looking at her.
Billie’s body was incredible. Toned and muscled, thick in the best way possible. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes off of her legs from the second he’d met her yesterday, let alone keep his head straight and away from thoughts of her ass. Looking at her Instagram didn’t help that either, not with the numerous photos of her at work and the gym in various forms of figure-hugging activewear. Jesus.
Glen bites his lip as he scrolls past another photo of her in a matching hot pink shorts and sports-bra combo, smiling and standing next to a pilates reformer with another equally fit, smiling girl. There’s several photos of Nugget too - panting happily and almost smiling, videos of the big golden retriever running at the beach and playing with other dogs.
He blinks quickly when Billie’s name suddenly pops up at the top of his screen, inhaling deeply as he taps on it, bringing him back to the chat screen to see her reply.
Rough morning? 🤣
Glen smiles, typing back at the screen.
You could say that. It’s been a while since I’ve drank like that
He watches the typing bubbles, her reply coming after a moment.
And you call yourself a Texan
He scoffs, laughing out loud, the sound making Brisket open one eye lazily, looking up at Glen from his perch on his chest.
It’s not easy to keep up drinking tolerance when you’re not allowed to drink for 80% of the year you know
The typing bubbles appear again, Glen watching his screen intently.
Ah, excuses, excuses. Perhaps you need to learn to break the rules?
Glen bites his bottom lip as he grins, her cheeky quips amusing him.
Sounds like you’re being a bad influence, Billie.
Me? I would never 😇
Glen laughs again.
So no magic cures for me then?
Her reply comes only a second later.
Hmm, I find coffee and a walk in the sun is usually my go to
Glen chuckles again, reaching down to pat Brisket, thinking about his answer for a moment before he types.
Is that what you’ll be doing today?
A photo suddenly appears in their messages from Billie - it shows a large mug of coffee held in one hand, with bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles underneath. From the looks of it she’s sitting on a deck, a pool in the background with bright turquoise coloured water reflecting off the morning sun.
Well I’ve got the coffee part sorted already.
I’ll take Nugget for a walk a little later though, probably to the beach if the weather stays like this?
Glen’s breath hisses, an instant question forming in his mind from her message. He’s typing his reply before he can even really think about it, ignoring the hesitation from the part of his brain that thinks he’s being too forward as he presses send.
Any chance you’d like some company for that walk? I’d like to test your hangover theory, and Brisket needs his exercise
He snaps a quick photo of Brisket snoozing on his chest, his chin resting peacefully on his paws, sending it along with his message.
Glen feels his heart race as he sees the typing bubbles appear, seconds suddenly feeling like hours as he stares at their chat. He doesn’t realise that he’s holding his breath until her reply pops up on the screen, an exhale falling from him and his mouth stretching into a grin as he reads.
All of a sudden he’s got Saturday plans too - hangover headache be damned.
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Billie
“You ready for this Nugget?” Billie asks, looking in her rearview mirror at Nugget’s happily panting face in the backseat.
She half smiles when he sees that he’s not even paying attention to her, ears and eyes instead glued to the window and looking out at his favourite place.
Billie looks back in the mirror again, checking her reflection. She’s just come from pilates class, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail and falling down over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of cornflower blue, high waisted shorts and matching sports bra - the colour contrasting brightly against her golden skin, a cropped white t-shirt over the top that teases just a glimpse of her toned abdomen whenever she moves a certain way.
Billie knew she looked good - her love for all things fitness meant that she was confident in the thicker, sculpted shape of her body. Her average week consisted of multiple pilates classes, weights sessions and runs, not to mention her frequent hours in the gym with her clients and athletes at work. Still, even with that confidence, she’s painfully aware of the new flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a tiny part of her brain suddenly second guessing her outfit choice to meet with one of the most handsome men she’s ever met.
Billie pushes her thoughts aside and lets out a breath, putting on her sunglasses and getting out of the car.
She’s down on the sand, throwing a tennis ball into the waves and smiling as Nugget goes crashing into the water after the ball, when she hears a small bark that makes her turn to look over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as soon as she sees him walking towards her, her heart racing as he smiles his utterly gorgeous smile back at her.
“Hey there darlin’”
His silky Texan voice makes her want to swoon out loud, nearly as much as the view of his delicious, muscled shoulders in the black muscle tank he’s wearing does. She’s immediately thankful she’s wearing her sunglasses so her gaze can linger a second longer without being noticed, her eyes running over his toned, golden biceps. God.
A white trucker cap sits backwards on his head, his sandy brown hair peeking out messily underneath. He looks classic, all-American and insanely handsome, Billie forgetting how to speak for just a moment.
“Hey yourself” she replies after a beat, swallowing thickly when he steps forward and leans in to kiss her cheek.
“I know you’ve already had one today” he says when he steps away, holding up a tray of coffee cups Billie’s only just noticed he’s holding, “But I thought I’d go out on a limb and get you one anyway”
Billie laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Why are there four though?”
Glen shrugs adorably, his pale green eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I realised I didn’t know your coffee order, so I decided to get options” he explains, gesturing with his free hand to the coffee cups, “Plus, I know how good the coffee is in Australia compared to here so I figured I better get you something good”.
Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders in blatant agreement as he points out a latte, a double cappuccino and an Americano. She points at the latte and smiles when he hands her the cup, watching as he takes the Americano for himself and bends to put the tray on the ground.
“And this must be Brisket!” Billie remarks suddenly, having momentarily forgotten about him, bending to Glen’s feet to pat the tiny tan and white dog.
She’s not at all used to such a small dog, and she can’t help but compare the size of Brisket’s head to Nugget’s. Her hand covers his entire face, his petite nose no bigger than the top part of her thumb. She grins when Brisket licks her hand, his tag wagging furiously and shaking his entire body.
“You are just adorable” Billie coos, moving to scratch his belly and laughing when he immediately rolls over onto his back, one of his back legs suddenly kicking when Billie hits a spot near his chest.
Glen laughs, the sound echoing in Billie’s ears.
“Seems you’ve got a fan”.
Billie laughs again as she stands, wiping her hands on her legs, shrugging her shoulders as she looks up at Glen. “It’s easy when you know the right spots to scratch”.
Glen chuckles at that, Billie smiling over at him as she takes a sip of her coffee.
“And I take it that’s Nugget?” Glen asks, pointing out at the shore behind her.
Billie turns in time to see Nugget on his way back to her, bounding happily along the sand with the tennis ball held firmly in his mouth. She looks back at Glen and nods, gesturing with her head towards Nugget.
“Brace yourself, he forgets his size sometimes”.
As if on cue Nugget comes charging over and stops only inches from Billie’s feet, dropping the ball and shaking his saturated fur with zero regard for his close proximity. Billie yells and Glen laughs, neither of them reacting in time to avoid the shower of salty, wet-dog water. Nugget pants happily, seemingly unphased by what he’s done, Brisket darting forward and straining on his leash to meet his new golden friend.
“Oh my god Nugget!” Billie says exasperated, wiping salty water drops off her t-shirt and flashing Glen an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry. You’d think by now that I’d be used to that, or at least be quick enough to dodge his shakes”.
Glen shakes his head and laughs, wiping the water droplets from his arms. “It’s really okay. I should have seen that coming too”.
Billie shakes her head and wipes her hands, looking down at the two dogs as they sniff each other curiously. Their tails wag happily, sniffing and inspecting each other in that way that dogs do, Billie and Glen looking on like proud parents watching their children make friends on their first day of school.
“Nugget, be gentle buddy” Billie says sternly when Nugget drops his front legs and wiggles his bum in the air like he’s ready to pounce, Brisket letting out a high pitched bark and copying the bigger dog’s play stance.
Glen bends to unclip Brisket’s leash and in a flash the two dogs are off, racing down the sand towards the water and darting in and out of the crashing waves. He stands up and takes a sip of his coffee, Billie and Glen standing together and watching their dogs in a moment of comfortable silence.
Billie can’t help but smile as she watches on, still not quite believing the reality of her Saturday afternoon - standing on a beach drinking coffee with a gorgeous celebrity, their dogs playing out in front like the best of friends. It was certainly not the afternoon she’d envisioned, but it was definitely shaping up to be better than she’d thought.
“How’s the head by the way? Feeling better than this morning?” Billie asks without looking at Glen, acutely aware of how close he’s standing to her.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Glen’s lips part into a grin.
“Better now actually”.
“I told you the sunshine helps” Billie replies, watching as Nugget crashes into the waves before turning to look at Brisket, the small dog standing on the safety of sand and barking loudly at his new friend.
“Might be, but I think it's more likely because of something else”.
Billie raises an eyebrow, turning to him to ask what he means, only to find that he’s already looking at her with an effortlessly sexy smile on his face. It takes her a second to realise he’s talking about her, her face warming at the realisation.
Oh.
Brisket sprints back towards them, Nugget catching up within seconds - two of his strides equaling ten of Brisket’s. Nugget stops short when he reaches Billie, pushing his big bear head into Billie’s leg before taking an interest in Glen when he bends down to greet him.
“Hey bud” Glen says as he ruffles Nugget’s now even wetter fur, Billie watching from above and chewing on her bottom lip. For her, watching guys with dogs was the equivalent of watching a man hold a baby. It did things to her.
“So, just so I know for next time” Glen says when the dogs race off to the water again, Billie momentarily distracted by the way his biceps move as he shifts to sit on the sand beside her, “What is your actual coffee order?”
Billie laughs as she looks down at him, unable to hide her smile. “Next time?”
Glen grins up at her, and it takes everything Billie has not let out an actual moan. It should be illegal to have a smile like that.
“I’m very much hoping there’s going to be a next time” he says, patting the sand next to him and encouraging her to sit.
All of a sudden she feels like she’s sixteen again, feeling her chest warm and her cheeks heat, like she’s talking to her high school crush. She clears her throat, and readjusts her sunglasses, bending to sit down beside him. She’s even more aware of the less than three inches of space between them, the scent of his warm, earthy cologne suddenly filling her nose. She chews on the inside of her cheek, her lips tugging into a smile she can’t control.
“Well, I guess you weren’t far off really” Billie says after a moment, stretching her legs out in front of her and taking a sip of her coffee, “A latte usually, though I typically get a shot of vanilla or caramel because I like it a little sweeter”.
Glen nods, like he’s making a mental note, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup. “Which do you prefer?”.
Billie shrugs. “I like surprises”.
Glen laughs, a gorgeous grin splitting his face and Billie forces herself to look away and back out at the dogs.
“How were your friends this morning? Hungover?” Glen asks, the thought of her girlfriends making Billie laugh.
She thinks back to when she’d left Bec’s house this morning, her and Sloane significantly worse for wear as she’d said goodbye. Bec had all but groaned from her spot on the couch, barely looking up at her when Billie had bent to drop a kiss to her hungover friend’s head. Sloane hadn’t been much better herself, nursing a third mug of coffee and holding it to her face as if the caffeine would somehow absorb into her head that way.
“They were a little dusty, that’s for sure” Billie says with an amused smile, “They both couldn’t believe I was going to do a pilates class when I left this morning”.
Glen raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you do pilates often?”
Billie nods. “About two to three times a week. I love it. Have you done it before?”.
Glen scoffs, an almost pained expression painting his face before he flashes his teeth in an amused grin.
“Pilates is the worst. I mean, it’s great, but my god is it painful” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll admit it makes my ass look real good though”.
Billie drops her head back and laughs out loud, feeling Glen’s eyes on her as she does.
“Just pilates? Do you do anything else?”
“A few weights sessions here and there, a few runs as well” Billie says looking down at her coffee cup and then over at Glen, “Because I work with athletes I kind of need to be fit, or at least be able to do what they do to some degree. There’s no use me teaching them how to squat or sprint properly if I can’t do it myself you know?”.
Glen nods, and Billie can't help the way she smiles from the look he’s giving her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now.
“What about you? How often do you work out?” Billie asks, glancing out at the dogs and smiling when she sees Brisket chasing Nugget through the sand.
“Well, more if I have a project coming up, and more again if there’s a shirtless scene in it” Glen says, his lips curling into a grin when Billie laughs, “But usually four or five times a week. I try to run most days, and then do some weights work either at home or with my trainer”.
“You have a gym at home? I’m so jealous”.
Glen nods.
“I have a few pieces. But I prefer to get out and go to the gym where I can. I'll either go to my trainer’s gym in the city when I'm with him, or I'll go to Alo”.
Billie had heard about the Alo gym. It was an exclusive, members only club in the heart of downtown LA. It was stocked with all manner of sleek black, brand new equipment, and had just about every service you could think of - from on-site massage and wellness treatments to temporary PA's that would press and fold your clothes or get you whatever coffee order you wanted while you worked out. You could only go if you were invited to train there, which made itt ever popular with most celebrities and influencers. Billie had always wanted to see inside and experience it for herself, but she knew that was never going to happen.
“I've heard of Alo before. Looks like such an amazing gym” Billie comments, both her and Glen letting out a laugh when Brisket runs and tackles Nugget up ahead.
“It's pretty cool. I usually take Brisket with me when I go” Glen says, looking back over at Billie with a knowing grin, “You should come with me sometime. We could do a pilates session and you can laugh when I cry my way through it”.
Billie laughs again, more so when she pictures Glen groaning his way through the many poses and exercises she does regularly throughout the week.
“I'd like that”.
Glen grins at her, the look in his soft green eyes stealing the breath from Billie's throat.
“Me too”.
They fall into comfortable conversation after that, questions and answers flowing easily just like they had at the concert yesterday. Billie finds herself quickly becoming enamoured with Glen, with the way he listens to her so intently, with the way he looks back at her as she speaks. He asks her about home and she tells him about her family in Charlestown, a city in New South Wales, Australia. She tells him about her family - her older brother Bradley and his wife Jordyn, and her nephew and niece Harrison and Kiara. She tells him about her mum and dad - her dad, a now retired Captain in the Australian Navy, and about the rest of her big, loud, extended family.
Glen, in turn, tells her about his own family back home in Texas, about his parents and his two sisters, and his twin niece and nephew Gwen and Witt. Billie can’t help the involuntary smile that takes over her face as she listens to him, the love and passion he has for his family more than evident in his voice.
“Actually they came down to visit me while I was filming in Australia last year” Glen remarks with a happy grin, Billie’s own smile now seemingly permanent on her face as she looks at him.
“Yeah?”
Glen nods. “We were filming in Sydney, for maybe three months? The whole family came down and stayed with me, made a vacation out of it. It was incredible really, Sydney is insane, I mean, just Australia in general, it’s an amazing place”.
Billie looks back down at her coffee cup, suddenly feeling nostalgic for home. Her last visit home had been for Christmas last year - a trip she had done every single year since she’d moved to LA. She was fortunate enough that her boss was incredible, allowing her to take a few weeks of vacation leave to go home for Christmas each year. It was one of the reasons why, even after seven years, she was still working at the same place. That, and the fact that she loved her boss and the rest of the team she worked with.
Glen pulls out his phone and Billie watches as he swipes through some photos, turning his phone around and leaning closer to show her the screen. She’s momentarily distracted by his even closer proximity, forgetting how to breathe when his cologne clouds her nose. She closes her eyes for a split second forcing herself to concentrate, before pulling her sunglasses down and looking closely at the screen.
Glen flips through a sequence of photos, various shots of people who Billie reasons have to be Glen’s family, all of them smiling, laughing and posing for the camera. It’s a typical montage of family vacation shots, the kids swimming in the pool, Glen holding his niece and nephew above his head, a group shot of all of them standing on a pristine beach. There’s a few selfies of Glen that she recognises from looking through his Instagram this morning, one with him standing next to a koala, and another of him standing beside an older man, the same smile on both of their faces.
“That has to be your dad” Billie points out, her smile growing when Glen nods with a laugh, “You look exactly the same. That’s going to be you in twenty years”.
Glen points out the rest of his family members in the photos, his mother with her warm, kind eyes, and his two sisters, Lauren and Leslie, also sharing the same smile as Glen and his father. It isn’t hard to see that they’re all related, even his niece and nephew, both blonde and light eyed just like their uncle.
Glen swipes to the next photo - a background scene she recognises as the familiar Taronga Zoo, a place she’s taken her own niece and nephew on countless occasions back home. It’s another group selfie of Glen and his family, Billie recognising actress Sydney Sweeney on the right of the group smiling her signature gorgeous grin.
Of course.
Like a light bulb has gone off in her brain, Billie deduces that the family trip must have been when Glen was filming a rom-com movie last year. She remembers hearing that it was being filmed not far from her home in Australia, recalling the TV ads and passing billboards she’d seen advertising it around Christmas time. She hasn’t yet seen it, but she remembers Bec telling her it was funny and worth a watch.
Billie also remembers hearing about Glen and a potential affair with Sydney Sweeney during the filming, rumours that Shanya, one of her younger colleagues at work had told her about one day. Shanya was forever telling Billie about current celebrity gossip, talking to her as if Billie knew all the Hollywood stars personally.
For a second, she can’t help but think about the rumours, wondering if there was any truth to them after all.
“So would you go again?” Billie asks when Glen finishes swiping through the photos, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face as she looks at him.
“In a heartbeat” Glen replies instantly, Billie barely finishing her question, “My only issue is the flight time. It’s so far away”.
Billie laughs out loud, more than familiar with the sixteen hour, long haul flight time.
“And then there’s the jet lag”
Glen throws his head back and groans audibly, a sound that makes Billie chuckle in amusement.
“My God, the jet lag. It took me a good three days to get over it when we first got there”.
Billie grins in agreement.
“Every time I go home I think I’ll be fine, but sure enough three days later I’m still wide awake at three AM while everyone else is sound asleep”.
They both laugh again - Billie’s soft and musical and Glen’s deep and throaty, the two settling into comfortable silence moments later. The dogs are still playing up ahead, endless energy as they bound and chase after one another in the sand.
The sun shines down and warms Billie's skin, the relaxing sound of the crashing waves up ahead like ambient background music in her mind. It's a gorgeous day - cooler than yesterday's relentless Summer heat, but still warm. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of the sun warming her face, feeling content and at ease as she sits on the sand. She wonders how much of it has to do with the man beside her, opening her eyes and stealing a sideways glance over at him.
Billie lets out a silent breath.
He’s so god damn handsome.
As if he’s aware that she’s thinking of him, Glen turns to face her, gorgeous eyes soft as he offers a smile that makes Billie’s insides feel like melted chocolate. They look back at each other for a moment, each studying each other without words, Billie still not quite believing that she's sitting here on the beach with this unbelievably handsome man.
“So, what’s on for the rest of your day?”
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the absolute struggle of knowing the exact plot of your fic, what the characters facial expressions will look like, what sounds will happen, the emotions, the lighting, everything….
except it’s all playing as a movie in your head and you can’t articulate any of it.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 2
A Glen Powell RPF Series
Glen
Glen walks out of the bathroom and makes his way over to the bar, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair and scanning the dancing crowd as he walks. It takes him all of thirty seconds to find her - the girl he realises he’s been unconsciously keeping tabs on all night, unable to help his smile as he watches her laugh and dance away to the music. She looks free and happy, and unbelievably sexy, and Glen almost groans as she tosses her hair and swings her hips.
God.
He’d spoken to her for a whole three minutes, he didn’t even know her name. And yet, he couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, thinking about her. Was he really this starved of female attention? It had been more than a year since he’d broken up with his long term girlfriend of three years and sure he’d had some flings since, but Glen knew deep down he was a relationship guy.
He’d always been a homebody, and he loved having someone at home at the end of the day, someone to wake up to in the morning. He loved spending time with his family in Austin, or just at home with his dog Brisket, and having someone to share that with was everything to him. All of that was virtually impossible to have all the time in his line of work though, but still it didn’t stop him from trying. For Glen it was one of the hardest things that unfortunately came hand in hand with his fame, especially as he was starting to take on new and bigger projects.
That, and the fact that finding someone that was otherwise immune to fame seemed to be a near impossible feat. The way he figured it, he had two options. Either find someone that was already in the spotlight - which made some things easier of course, but then the whole different schedules and never seeing each other thing was basically inevitable. Or, find someone who was not famous but still had their own life and routines and schedules, but was somehow indifferent to the fact that privacy would virtually be no longer. The longer he thought about it, the more he was convinced that option two didn’t actually exist.
He’s standing in the bar queue when he notices a petite girl in a fitted, mango coloured dress making a bee-line towards him, her long black hair falling like a dark curtain around her high cheek-boned face. He’s suddenly certain she’ll ask him for a selfie - he’d been stopped for a photo only twice tonight which was less than usual, though given the exclusivity of the event was what he expected, but after a moment he instead recognises her as one of the friends of the bar girl.
She pauses when she reaches him, flashing a confident smile before leaning into him to speak over the heavy bass of the music.
“Hello”
“Hey there” he replies back, immediately noting her proper British accent.
“My name’s Sloane. I believe you've met my friend Billie” she says, gesturing with her head back to the crowd behind them, pushing her black sunglasses up onto her head and revealing a pair of pale, ice blue eyes.
“Billie?” He says, his word more of a question than an answer, his eyebrows raised.
Sloane looks taken aback for a moment, shaking her head a second later.
“She didn't introduce herself? Oh Billie” she replies, clicking her tongue in disappointment, “I figured she'd have at least told you her name”.
Glen shakes his head no, watching as Slone glances over to the stage and rolls her eyes before turning back to him. Billie.
“Well, seeing as Billie clearly hasn’t, I'll do this for her” Sloane adds, offering him a charming smile, “My friend Billie, thinks you are very attractive”.
Glen chuckles, raising his eyebrows again, unable to help his smile. “That's funny, I think your friend Billie, is very attractive”.
Sloane laughs, a soft, musical laugh. “She's gorgeous actually. And, she's single”.
Glen tilts his head, regarding Sloane. “Does Billie know you're here talking to me?”.
Sloane grins. “No, and before you ask, yes, she is going to give me the third degree when I get back and tell her I just spoke to you about her”.
Glen laughs out loud this time, dropping his head back.
“So I don't know how people in positions such as yourself pass on details, but I figure you don't give out your number easily for obvious reasons” Sloane goes on in a very no-nonsense tone, Glen realising suddenly that she knows who he is.
He wonders idly if Billie knows who he is, looking over Sloane’s shoulder and spying her in the distance still dancing, seemingly oblivious that her friend is over at the bar talking to a complete stranger about her.
“So” Sloane says, pausing and getting her phone out of her bag, Glen watching as she briefly taps away at the screen before holding up her phone to face him, “This is Billie's Instagram”.
Glen is taken aback for a moment, undoubtedly very impressed by Sloane’s wing-woman efforts, looking back at her confident smile and wondering why on earth he’s hesitating when he’s been watching and thinking about Billie since the moment he met her in line.
He lets out a silent breath and pulls his phone from his pocket, opening the Instagram app and copying the words from Sloane’s screen onto his. He taps on the first name and is taken to her profile, immediately noting the picture of Billie’s smiling face next to a happily panting, golden retriever. He smiles when he sees that she already follows him, wetting his lips with his tongue as he taps on the blue follow button.
Glen puts his phone back in his pocket, unable to help his smile as he looks back at Sloane.
“You're a hell of a wingman Sloane”.
She grins then, tilting her head and shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. “That I am”.
Glen is pleasantly surprised. This is a first for him. He hasn’t had a girl try and chat him up for a friend before, though he can’t say he’s met many girls that are as straight-forward as Sloane.
The bar line suddenly moves forward and it’s his turn to order, Glen turning to Sloane.
“Are you getting another drink?”.
Sloane nods, “Another round of mojitos”.
Glen steps forward and orders his round and the three cocktails for her, Sloane saying her thanks as she leans on the bar beside him. He feels himself sway slightly, trying to do mental maths of how many drinks he’s had today, though gives up seconds later when it becomes all too difficult.
“So what brought you to this gig?” he asks as they wait for their drinks, shifting slightly so he’s out of the direct glare of the sun.
The sun is starting to set now, a deep, orange glow illuminating the rooftop in the way that only happened on those warm summer evenings, the gentle breeze in the air slightly cooler and finally offering relief from the earlier relentless LA heat.
Sloane shrugs, pulling her sunglasses back down onto her face.
“Honestly, Billie and Bec dragged me here. I don't mind Rufus, but really I was just happy for a night out with the girls. Those two are the real fans”.
“What about you, who are you here with?” she asks, reaching up to brush an errant hair from her cheek.
Glen explains that he’s here with a close friend from back home in Austin, and a couple of his actor friends.
“They invited me and then I invited Drew, and it just ended up being this big group of us” he says, turning back to the bar when the three mojitos are up and pushing them in front of Sloane, “I’m probably gonna pay for it tomorrow but I’ve gotta admit I’ve had a really good day”.
His own drinks are up moments later, Sloane picking up her three as he does the same, the two stepping away from the bar together.
“That’s tomorrow’s problem” Sloane says with a laugh, lifting the three drinks to her face and taking a drink from the closest one, “I mean, how often do you really just get to relax and have a good time with friends, especially out in public?”.
Glen only laughs, considering Sloane’s words. He can’t actually remember the last time he’d had a day like this, maybe a year or so ago when he was in Greece with his girlfriend and friends? Has it really been that long?
Sloane shakes her head. “If you have to think about it like that, it doesn’t happen enough”.
Glen just smiles. “You’re alright, Sloane”.
Sloane grins now, flashing her white teeth in a confident smile. “I’m better than alright actually”.
They both laugh and Sloane says goodbye, wiggling her eyebrows and telling him that she hopes she’ll see him around later, gesturing with her cup filled hands over to the dancefloor.
He only laughs, his alcohol tinged brain already having decided that there was no way tonight was ending without him speaking to Billie again, the thought of seeing her gorgeous smile making his breath catch in his throat.
He nods to Sloane and watches as she turns away to make her way to her friends on the dance floor, Glen balancing his own drinks and walking back to his friends across the way.
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Billie
“Thank God for that breeze” Billie says to seemingly no one, flustered and breathy from dancing in the busy crowd.
She takes off her hat and leans her forearms on the bar table, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a second to breathe in the open space. She’s a little tipsy, perhaps one mojito too many, and hot and slightly sweaty from dancing among the sea of bodies near the stage.
The sunset had brought with it a soft breeze, the gentlest whisper of a cooler air. It's a welcome reprieve to her heated skin, Billie letting out a breath as she pushes her sunglasses onto her head.
She looks over at the crowd - the warm orange glow of the setting sun casting long shadows over everyone, to find Bec still dancing away, lost in her own little world among the deep bass and dancing guests. Sloane had retreated to the bathroom as Billie had announced she needed a minute out of the crowd, leaving Bec dancing on her own - not that she apparently cared or noticed.
She looks over her shoulder to where the guy - Glen, had been earlier with his friends. She does a quick scan, unable to find him in the crowd, still not quite believing that the guy she’d been flirting with in the bar queue was the Glen Powell. She wonders why she hadn’t been able to tell at the time - sure he’d been wearing sunglasses, but sunglasses were hardly a disguise, reasoning that she’d been too caught up in his charming smile and golden skin to properly put it together.
Still, Glen Powell. Of all people. Handsome was not nearly enough of an adjective to properly describe him. He was gorgeous, in that Texan, all-American, almost bad-boy kind of way, Billie again thinking back to the time she’d seen the new Top Gun movie with the girls but this time thinking about a different leading man other than Miles Teller.
God.
She lets out another deep breath, idly wondering if she would see him again tonight, pulling out her phone to check her reflection in the screen and looking up when Sloane suddenly appears beside her.
“Have you checked your phone?”.
Billie smooths down some flyaway hairs from her face before looking back at her friend in question.
“Hmm?”
Sloane shakes her head. “Your phone, have you checked it?”.
“What are you talking about?” Billie asks, looking back at her phone and double tapping on the screen so that it lit up in her hand.
There’s a text from Lisa - one of her work colleagues, asking how Rufus was, and a number of instagram notifications that appeared to be reactions to her story uploads of her and the girls.
“What am I looking for?” Billie asks, still confused, looking up at Sloane briefly as she taps on the text message and replies to Lisa telling her that it’s been incredible.
“Open your instagram”.
Billie obliges, still wondering what on earth Sloane is going on about, opening the instagram app and tapping the little heart icon to bring up her notifications. She frowns as she scrolls, all of a sudden letting out an involuntary gasp and feeling her breath catch when she realises what Sloane is talking about.
@glenpowell has started following you
“You did not” Billie nearly stammers, looking back up at her friend with wide eyes.
Sloane only smiles, shrugging her shoulders innocently.
“I did”
“Sloane!”
“What?” she asks, her tone almost one of offence, “It was the least I could do. I can’t believe you didn’t even tell him your name!”.
Billie shakes her head in exasperation, a myriad of emotions suddenly running through her head.
Morbid embarrassment? She could easily imagine Sloane finding him and confidently explaining that her friend Billie was single and found him attractive. It was such a Sloane thing to do - the woman was the most poised, self assured person Billie knew. Nothing ever phased her, it was the reason she was such a good paramedic. It certainly wasn’t the first time Sloane had done this either - there’d been multiple occasions where she’d flexed her wing woman responsibilities and tried to set Billie up with gorgeous strangers.
For a moment Billie doesn’t know how to feel. It’s shock and excitement and nerves all tangled into one. Glen fucking Powell was following her on Instagram! But what did that mean? He was attracted to her, just like she was to him? Their flirty interactions had certainly been real, Billie unable to deny that a part of her has been thinking about him and his damn gorgeous smile since she’d left him at the bar earlier. Did this mean that he’d been thinking about her the same?
“Billie, you’re a fucking babe. Own it” Sloane says, the straw she’s drinking from making a slurping sound when she reaches the bottom of her drink, “You should have seen the way he smiled when I told him you’re single. He’s into you”.
“I can’t believe you just went up to a celebrity, and told him to follow your friend on Instagram”.
Sloane shrugs, raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “He did it without hesitation too. So what does that tell you?”.
Billie lets out a heavy breath through her nose, shaking her head at Sloane in disbelief. “You could have given me a heads up that you were going to do that”.
Sloane snorts. “And you’d have said nothing if I did tell you first?”.
Billie shoots a deadpan look at her friend. “You’d have just done it anyway, regardless of what I would have said”.
Sloane shrugs, lips parting in a smile. “Yeah. Probably”.
Billie rolls her eyes and laughs.
“So what now?” Billie asks, deciding she needs to tell Bec what’s happened as she looks over at the crowd, before looking back at Sloane across from her.
She frowns when she sees Sloane’s smile has widened into a grin, her head tilted as she looks at something over Billie’s shoulder.
“I think you’re about to find out”.
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Glen
Glen can’t help the way his eyes travel up Billie’s legs as he walks towards her, balancing four full plastic cups in his hands. She’s tanned and toned, serious muscles telling him that she must go to the gym or at least run regularly, her ass round and perky underneath her white shorts. Suddenly, his alcohol-soaked mind can’t help but think about what she’d look like naked.
Fuck.
Sloane catches his eye over Billie’s shoulder, her smile telling him she’d seen him looking at Billie, and suddenly he can’t control the goofy, drunken smile that spreads across his lips.
“I figured you ladies could use a refill” he announces as he reaches the table, Sloane grinning at him and Billie visibly startling when he appears beside her.
“Well aren’t you just the gentleman” Sloane remarks, tilting her head and flashing a charming smile as he puts the drinks down on the bar table and slides one over towards her.
Glen only grins, nodding at Sloane, before turning to look at Billie beside him.
Just for a second, he swears he forgets his own name.
It’s golden hour in the evening - that late, final time of the sunset when the sun is just about to disappear and everything is bathed in that brilliant, vivid warmth, making everything the light touches infinitely more beautiful.
Billie, is no exception to that.
Glen is instantly enamoured, completely, utterly mesmerised. It’s the first time he’s looked at Billie properly, this time without her sunglasses. For the first time ever, he understands what it means when people write about getting lost in someone’s eyes.
They’re big and beautiful - the colour unlike anything he’s ever seen, a mix of deep, sage green and warm, honey brown swirled together like ripples in a lake. She’s got long, dark, feathery lashes that he reasons have to be fake, making her eyes look even bigger as she blinks and looks back at him incredulously. The orange bathe of the setting sun makes her eyes almost glow, her cheeks golden and smooth, her lips full and soft.
Suddenly, Glen isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol that’s making him feel warm or if it’s from looking at Billie.
“Glen” he says, extending his hand towards Billie, his throat feeling thick when she offers a gorgeous smile and takes his hand in a gentle shake, “I figured I should come over and introduce myself”.
Billie laughs softly. “Even though Sloane here has already apparently introduced me?”
Sloane lets out a laugh, lifting her hands in an innocent gesture when Billie shoots her a look.
“Billie” she replies before letting go of his hand.
“I’m just going to give this to Bec” Sloane says suddenly, Billie and Glen both turning to look at her, “Thanks for the drinks Glen”.
Sloane grins as she grabs two cups, giving Billie a very obvious wink which makes Glen chuckle, both of them watching as she makes her way off into the still dancing crowd.
Glen turns back to Billie, once again momentarily taken aback by her smile, leaning his elbow on the table.
“So” he says, chewing once again on a toothpick as he looks back at the gorgeous girl in front of him.
Billie turns to face him, mirroring his position as she too leans on the table, tilting her head as she looks back at Glen.
She grins. “So”.
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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 2
A Glen Powell RPF Series
Glen
Glen walks out of the bathroom and makes his way over to the bar, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair and scanning the dancing crowd as he walks. It takes him all of thirty seconds to find her - the girl he realises he’s been unconsciously keeping tabs on all night, unable to help his smile as he watches her laugh and dance away to the music. She looks free and happy, and unbelievably sexy, and Glen almost groans as she tosses her hair and swings her hips.
God.
He’d spoken to her for a whole three minutes, he didn’t even know her name. And yet, he couldn’t seem to stop looking at her, thinking about her. Was he really this starved of female attention? It had been more than a year since he’d broken up with his long term girlfriend of three years and sure he’d had some flings since, but Glen knew deep down he was a relationship guy.
He’d always been a homebody, and he loved having someone at home at the end of the day, someone to wake up to in the morning. He loved spending time with his family in Austin, or just at home with his dog Brisket, and having someone to share that with was everything to him. All of that was virtually impossible to have all the time in his line of work though, but still it didn’t stop him from trying. For Glen it was one of the hardest things that unfortunately came hand in hand with his fame, especially as he was starting to take on new and bigger projects.
That, and the fact that finding someone that was otherwise immune to fame seemed to be a near impossible feat. The way he figured it, he had two options. Either find someone that was already in the spotlight - which made some things easier of course, but then the whole different schedules and never seeing each other thing was basically inevitable. Or, find someone who was not famous but still had their own life and routines and schedules, but was somehow indifferent to the fact that privacy would virtually be no longer. The longer he thought about it, the more he was convinced that option two didn’t actually exist.
He’s standing in the bar queue when he notices a petite girl in a fitted, mango coloured dress making a bee-line towards him, her long black hair falling like a dark curtain around her high cheek-boned face. He’s suddenly certain she’ll ask him for a selfie - he’d been stopped for a photo only twice tonight which was less than usual, though given the exclusivity of the event was what he expected, but after a moment he instead recognises her as one of the friends of the bar girl.
She pauses when she reaches him, flashing a confident smile before leaning into him to speak over the heavy bass of the music.
“Hello”
“Hey there” he replies back, immediately noting her proper British accent.
“My name’s Sloane. I believe you've met my friend Billie” she says, gesturing with her head back to the crowd behind them, pushing her black sunglasses up onto her head and revealing a pair of pale, ice blue eyes.
“Billie?” He says, his word more of a question than an answer, his eyebrows raised.
Sloane looks taken aback for a moment, shaking her head a second later.
“She didn't introduce herself? Oh Billie” she replies, clicking her tongue in disappointment, “I figured she'd have at least told you her name”.
Glen shakes his head no, watching as Slone glances over to the stage and rolls her eyes before turning back to him. Billie.
“Well, seeing as Billie clearly hasn’t, I'll do this for her” Sloane adds, offering him a charming smile, “My friend Billie, thinks you are very attractive”.
Glen chuckles, raising his eyebrows again, unable to help his smile. “That's funny, I think your friend Billie, is very attractive”.
Sloane laughs, a soft, musical laugh. “She's gorgeous actually. And, she's single”.
Glen tilts his head, regarding Sloane. “Does Billie know you're here talking to me?”.
Sloane grins. “No, and before you ask, yes, she is going to give me the third degree when I get back and tell her I just spoke to you about her”.
Glen laughs out loud this time, dropping his head back.
“So I don't know how people in positions such as yourself pass on details, but I figure you don't give out your number easily for obvious reasons” Sloane goes on in a very no-nonsense tone, Glen realising suddenly that she knows who he is.
He wonders idly if Billie knows who he is, looking over Sloane’s shoulder and spying her in the distance still dancing, seemingly oblivious that her friend is over at the bar talking to a complete stranger about her.
“So” Sloane says, pausing and getting her phone out of her bag, Glen watching as she briefly taps away at the screen before holding up her phone to face him, “This is Billie's Instagram”.
Glen is taken aback for a moment, undoubtedly very impressed by Sloane’s wing-woman efforts, looking back at her confident smile and wondering why on earth he’s hesitating when he’s been watching and thinking about Billie since the moment he met her in line.
He lets out a silent breath and pulls his phone from his pocket, opening the Instagram app and copying the words from Sloane’s screen onto his. He taps on the first name and is taken to her profile, immediately noting the picture of Billie’s smiling face next to a happily panting, golden retriever. He smiles when he sees that she already follows him, wetting his lips with his tongue as he taps on the blue follow button.
Glen puts his phone back in his pocket, unable to help his smile as he looks back at Sloane.
“You're a hell of a wingman Sloane”.
She grins then, tilting her head and shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. “That I am”.
Glen is pleasantly surprised. This is a first for him. He hasn’t had a girl try and chat him up for a friend before, though he can’t say he’s met many girls that are as straight-forward as Sloane.
The bar line suddenly moves forward and it’s his turn to order, Glen turning to Sloane.
“Are you getting another drink?”.
Sloane nods, “Another round of mojitos”.
Glen steps forward and orders his round and the three cocktails for her, Sloane saying her thanks as she leans on the bar beside him. He feels himself sway slightly, trying to do mental maths of how many drinks he’s had today, though gives up seconds later when it becomes all too difficult.
“So what brought you to this gig?” he asks as they wait for their drinks, shifting slightly so he’s out of the direct glare of the sun.
The sun is starting to set now, a deep, orange glow illuminating the rooftop in the way that only happened on those warm summer evenings, the gentle breeze in the air slightly cooler and finally offering relief from the earlier relentless LA heat.
Sloane shrugs, pulling her sunglasses back down onto her face.
“Honestly, Billie and Bec dragged me here. I don't mind Rufus, but really I was just happy for a night out with the girls. Those two are the real fans”.
“What about you, who are you here with?” she asks, reaching up to brush an errant hair from her cheek.
Glen explains that he’s here with a close friend from back home in Austin, and a couple of his actor friends.
“They invited me and then I invited Drew, and it just ended up being this big group of us” he says, turning back to the bar when the three mojitos are up and pushing them in front of Sloane, “I’m probably gonna pay for it tomorrow but I’ve gotta admit I’ve had a really good day”.
His own drinks are up moments later, Sloane picking up her three as he does the same, the two stepping away from the bar together.
“That’s tomorrow’s problem” Sloane says with a laugh, lifting the three drinks to her face and taking a drink from the closest one, “I mean, how often do you really just get to relax and have a good time with friends, especially out in public?”.
Glen only laughs, considering Sloane’s words. He can’t actually remember the last time he’d had a day like this, maybe a year or so ago when he was in Greece with his girlfriend and friends? Has it really been that long?
Sloane shakes her head. “If you have to think about it like that, it doesn’t happen enough”.
Glen just smiles. “You’re alright, Sloane”.
Sloane grins now, flashing her white teeth in a confident smile. “I’m better than alright actually”.
They both laugh and Sloane says goodbye, wiggling her eyebrows and telling him that she hopes she’ll see him around later, gesturing with her cup filled hands over to the dancefloor.
He only laughs, his alcohol tinged brain already having decided that there was no way tonight was ending without him speaking to Billie again, the thought of seeing her gorgeous smile making his breath catch in his throat.
He nods to Sloane and watches as she turns away to make her way to her friends on the dance floor, Glen balancing his own drinks and walking back to his friends across the way.
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Billie
“Thank God for that breeze” Billie says to seemingly no one, flustered and breathy from dancing in the busy crowd.
She takes off her hat and leans her forearms on the bar table, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a second to breathe in the open space. She’s a little tipsy, perhaps one mojito too many, and hot and slightly sweaty from dancing among the sea of bodies near the stage.
The sunset had brought with it a soft breeze, the gentlest whisper of a cooler air. It's a welcome reprieve to her heated skin, Billie letting out a breath as she pushes her sunglasses onto her head.
She looks over at the crowd - the warm orange glow of the setting sun casting long shadows over everyone, to find Bec still dancing away, lost in her own little world among the deep bass and dancing guests. Sloane had retreated to the bathroom as Billie had announced she needed a minute out of the crowd, leaving Bec dancing on her own - not that she apparently cared or noticed.
She looks over her shoulder to where the guy - Glen, had been earlier with his friends. She does a quick scan, unable to find him in the crowd, still not quite believing that the guy she’d been flirting with in the bar queue was the Glen Powell. She wonders why she hadn’t been able to tell at the time - sure he’d been wearing sunglasses, but sunglasses were hardly a disguise, reasoning that she’d been too caught up in his charming smile and golden skin to properly put it together.
Still, Glen Powell. Of all people. Handsome was not nearly enough of an adjective to properly describe him. He was gorgeous, in that Texan, all-American, almost bad-boy kind of way, Billie again thinking back to the time she’d seen the new Top Gun movie with the girls but this time thinking about a different leading man other than Miles Teller.
God.
She lets out another deep breath, idly wondering if she would see him again tonight, pulling out her phone to check her reflection in the screen and looking up when Sloane suddenly appears beside her.
“Have you checked your phone?”.
Billie smooths down some flyaway hairs from her face before looking back at her friend in question.
“Hmm?”
Sloane shakes her head. “Your phone, have you checked it?”.
“What are you talking about?” Billie asks, looking back at her phone and double tapping on the screen so that it lit up in her hand.
There’s a text from Lisa - one of her work colleagues, asking how Rufus was, and a number of instagram notifications that appeared to be reactions to her story uploads of her and the girls.
“What am I looking for?” Billie asks, still confused, looking up at Sloane briefly as she taps on the text message and replies to Lisa telling her that it’s been incredible.
“Open your instagram”.
Billie obliges, still wondering what on earth Sloane is going on about, opening the instagram app and tapping the little heart icon to bring up her notifications. She frowns as she scrolls, all of a sudden letting out an involuntary gasp and feeling her breath catch when she realises what Sloane is talking about.
@glenpowell has started following you
“You did not” Billie nearly stammers, looking back up at her friend with wide eyes.
Sloane only smiles, shrugging her shoulders innocently.
“I did”
“Sloane!”
“What?” she asks, her tone almost one of offence, “It was the least I could do. I can’t believe you didn’t even tell him your name!”.
Billie shakes her head in exasperation, a myriad of emotions suddenly running through her head.
Morbid embarrassment? She could easily imagine Sloane finding him and confidently explaining that her friend Billie was single and found him attractive. It was such a Sloane thing to do - the woman was the most poised, self assured person Billie knew. Nothing ever phased her, it was the reason she was such a good paramedic. It certainly wasn’t the first time Sloane had done this either - there’d been multiple occasions where she’d flexed her wing woman responsibilities and tried to set Billie up with gorgeous strangers.
For a moment Billie doesn’t know how to feel. It’s shock and excitement and nerves all tangled into one. Glen fucking Powell was following her on Instagram! But what did that mean? He was attracted to her, just like she was to him? Their flirty interactions had certainly been real, Billie unable to deny that a part of her has been thinking about him and his damn gorgeous smile since she’d left him at the bar earlier. Did this mean that he’d been thinking about her the same?
“Billie, you’re a fucking babe. Own it” Sloane says, the straw she’s drinking from making a slurping sound when she reaches the bottom of her drink, “You should have seen the way he smiled when I told him you’re single. He’s into you”.
“I can’t believe you just went up to a celebrity, and told him to follow your friend on Instagram”.
Sloane shrugs, raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow. “He did it without hesitation too. So what does that tell you?”.
Billie lets out a heavy breath through her nose, shaking her head at Sloane in disbelief. “You could have given me a heads up that you were going to do that”.
Sloane snorts. “And you’d have said nothing if I did tell you first?”.
Billie shoots a deadpan look at her friend. “You’d have just done it anyway, regardless of what I would have said”.
Sloane shrugs, lips parting in a smile. “Yeah. Probably”.
Billie rolls her eyes and laughs.
“So what now?” Billie asks, deciding she needs to tell Bec what’s happened as she looks over at the crowd, before looking back at Sloane across from her.
She frowns when she sees Sloane’s smile has widened into a grin, her head tilted as she looks at something over Billie’s shoulder.
“I think you’re about to find out”.
---
Glen
Glen can’t help the way his eyes travel up Billie’s legs as he walks towards her, balancing four full plastic cups in his hands. She’s tanned and toned, serious muscles telling him that she must go to the gym or at least run regularly, her ass round and perky underneath her white shorts. Suddenly, his alcohol-soaked mind can’t help but think about what she’d look like naked.
Fuck.
Sloane catches his eye over Billie’s shoulder, her smile telling him she’d seen him looking at Billie, and suddenly he can’t control the goofy, drunken smile that spreads across his lips.
“I figured you ladies could use a refill” he announces as he reaches the table, Sloane grinning at him and Billie visibly startling when he appears beside her.
“Well aren’t you just the gentleman” Sloane remarks, tilting her head and flashing a charming smile as he puts the drinks down on the bar table and slides one over towards her.
Glen only grins, nodding at Sloane, before turning to look at Billie beside him.
Just for a second, he swears he forgets his own name.
It’s golden hour in the evening - that late, final time of the sunset when the sun is just about to disappear and everything is bathed in that brilliant, vivid warmth, making everything the light touches infinitely more beautiful.
Billie, is no exception to that.
Glen is instantly enamoured, completely, utterly mesmerised. It’s the first time he’s looked at Billie properly, this time without her sunglasses. For the first time ever, he understands what it means when people write about getting lost in someone’s eyes.
They’re big and beautiful - the colour unlike anything he’s ever seen, a mix of deep, sage green and warm, honey brown swirled together like ripples in a lake. She’s got long, dark, feathery lashes that he reasons have to be fake, making her eyes look even bigger as she blinks and looks back at him incredulously. The orange bathe of the setting sun makes her eyes almost glow, her cheeks golden and smooth, her lips full and soft.
Suddenly, Glen isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol that’s making him feel warm or if it’s from looking at Billie.
“Glen” he says, extending his hand towards Billie, his throat feeling thick when she offers a gorgeous smile and takes his hand in a gentle shake, “I figured I should come over and introduce myself”.
Billie laughs softly. “Even though Sloane here has already apparently introduced me?”
Sloane lets out a laugh, lifting her hands in an innocent gesture when Billie shoots her a look.
“Billie” she replies before letting go of his hand.
“I’m just going to give this to Bec” Sloane says suddenly, Billie and Glen both turning to look at her, “Thanks for the drinks Glen”.
Sloane grins as she grabs two cups, giving Billie a very obvious wink which makes Glen chuckle, both of them watching as she makes her way off into the still dancing crowd.
Glen turns back to Billie, once again momentarily taken aback by her smile, leaning his elbow on the table.
“So” he says, chewing once again on a toothpick as he looks back at the gorgeous girl in front of him.
Billie turns to face him, mirroring his position as she too leans on the table, tilting her head as she looks back at Glen.
She grins. “So”.
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