Chapter 1: Introduction
It had begun with a casual glance, and Dougie was never a man to ignore destiny. Today, while he was on the elliptical machine at his gym downtown, he spotted her—Eva Longoria, the actress he'd lusted after for years. The woman of his dreams, just a few oblivious feet away.
He'd memorized every sensuous role she'd ever played in Desperate Housewives and Devious Maids, but nothing had prepared Dougie for the sight of her in the flesh.
The delicate arch, the curve of her heel, and her polished, almond-shaped toes—it was as though an angel had descended upon LA's upscale fitness scene.
Finishing up his workout, Dougie barely noticed the bead of sweat sliding down his forehead. His mind was solely focused on one dazzling pair of feet. Strolling over to where she was engaged in a spirited session on the stationary bike, he took a deep, fortifying breath.
He'd learned long ago that if there was something worth achieving, it paid to be direct. And so, when she finally looked his way, he smiled confidently and extended his most earnest offer:
"Excuse me, Miss Longoria—Eva. Might I have the honor of spending a few minutes worshipping the most beautiful feet I have ever seen?"
Both her incredulity and amusement flickered across her face, but Dougie remained unperturbed.
She'd surely had requests for autographs or pictures before, but this was entirely different.
"I'm sorry, have we met?" she asked, dismounting the bike and towering over him slightly. Her eyes scrutinized Dougie with a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.
He couldn't let this chance slip through his fingers. "Not officially, but I'm a huge fan. Your work in Desperate Housewives and Devious Maids is nothing short of extraordinary. Yet, nothing compares to the ethereal grace of your feet.
They deserve attention, care, and adoration, which I can wholeheartedly offer,” he murmured reverently.
Eva Longoria blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond to this unconventional fan request. But then she broke into a dazzling smile, one that could melt the hearts of millions but had only ever been directed at him.
“Well, that’s certainly a first,” she said with charming warmth.
“I must admit, I do spend a lot of time on my feet, so they do deserve some TLC.”
A hopeful surge of excitement flooded Dougie’s veins before he promptly offered, “Ah, then allow me, please.
I would be delighted if I could be your very own foot masseur."
Eva's striking, dark eyes sparkled with humor as she peered down at him with curiosity. "You're quite serious, aren't you?"
Dougie felt a subtle blush rise upon his cheeks, but he stood tall and daring. "I assure you, I am."
He took a glance around the gym, looking for a quiet space where they could converse without distraction. A plush, oversized massage chair rested at one end of the studio, typically reserved for professional sessions.
Eva raised an eyebrow quizzically but motioned for Dougie to guide her towards the chair.
"I'll only need a few minutes," he assured her as they approached the waiting area. In his mind, he imagined the exquisite sensation of kneading her long toes between his fingers, the steady rhythm of his thumbs over her soles, and the exhilaration that came from being so intimately close to her soft, delicate skin.
He heavily-duty plastic basin in hand, Dougie gently rolled out the massage chair to the perfect position.