Chapter 17: Ten ways to seduce your boyfriend

"As my manager, I am obliged to tell you that I am dating," I said to Angela.

"Wow! When did this happen?"

"Yesterday."

"Whom are you dating?"

"Sam," I said, blushing furiously. For a girl who never blushed, that was all I seemed to be doing now.

"You both hit the jackpot, I always wondered why you never dated. He seems like a decent guy to me."

"Will the agency be against it?"

"No they won't, but they would insist on keeping a low profile in public. It shouldn't be much of a problem."

"Okay."

"I am happy for you, Mia."

Angela hugged me before leaving. I was nervous as there was still the impending doom of my kissing scene. Now to add to my growing disgust of kissing the douchebag, there was this fear of how Sam will react.

"Plum, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You have been quiet the whole day, you didn't even care about Chloe's snide remarks."

"Did she say something?"

"Never mind, tell me what is bothering you."

"Nothing."

Sam pulled me into a hug.

Hardly anyone in my school noticed Sam's status change from best friend to boyfriend. We were always together anyway. When we told Lucas, he was sad that he would become the third wheel, we promised we would never make him feel that way.

"I am worried about tomorrow's shooting."

Sam stiffened lightly, "Plum, it's just acting. Nothing real."

"Will it not bother you, pumpkin?"

"No."

I pulled away and looked at him trying to gauge whether he was lying to me.

"Really?"

"Plum, first I thought I would never be able to watch you with another guy even if it's just acting. It was before I knew how you felt about me. It doesn't bother me anymore. Your heart belongs to me and I don't plan on giving it back. Ever."

"Sam," I said in a choked voice, I was getting teary.

"I love you."

I pulled him into a kiss, not caring that we were in the school corridor having an audience. All I cared about was how much I loved Sam and how lucky I was to have such a loving and understanding boyfriend.

"What!? Are they dating now?" I heard the gloating voice of Chloe.

"Imagine him on top of her, he would crush her to death," Noah chortled.

I stiffened, but Sam didn't let go of me and continued to kiss me. Soon the insults faded as I was lost in him.

My worries about kissing the douchebag waned. The hot and steamy kisses that the dramas showcase aren't actually that hot and steamy while shooting. Still, I had to smack my lips to the douchebag, all the time wishing it was Sam instead.

But the focus of my worrying became something else soon. Sam and I did share hot, steamy kisses, but it never progressed to anything more. Even after the first few weeks. Horrifyingly, I was reduced to seeking help from Wade.

"You have been living with him for almost a decade," said Wade

"So, what? I move out?"

"No, you are missing the point."

"Which is?"

"You are impatient, as always."

"Get to the point."

"The sexual tension is missing, you will have to make him burn with desire."

Even if the so-called sexual tension was non-existent in the past, it was consuming me now. My senses were extremely aware of Sam's presence every moment.

"What do you suggest?"

"Make him go wild."

"Wild!?"

"Should I tell you everything? Just go and google 'Ten ways to seduce your boyfriend.'"

I should have done that sooner instead of asking Wade. That night after our good night kiss, I sat researching the ten ways to seduce Sam. The top suggestions were flirting, wearing sexy clothes, dirty talks, appealing to the erogenous zones, and feeding pomegranate juice.

I was not confident in doing anything except the last one.