Seeing the deer in headlights look on her face made me break from the character and I bent over laughing really hard.

"It's me. Oh my gosh. You should've seen your face. That was priceless," I said and her eyes widened when she recognized my voice. Her mouth hung open and she smacked my arm.

"You scared the shit out of me! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it's really you," she said, looking me up and down. "Your friend is so good! He made your skin look all wrinkled and your hair's even balding."

"It's a bald cap with a wig. And he even gave me fake teeth and a prosthetic nose and ears and look, he even added age spots to my hands."

"Wow," she said in awe. "No one will ever guess in a million years it's you. Your British accent is SO good."

"Yeah I played a British guy in a movie once so I got it down pat," I smiled. "Today I'm playing the part of an old British sugar daddy with his young, hot girlfriend on his arm. So what's the plan? What are we doing?"

"You'll see," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Are you serious?" I laughed, looking at the Star Homes Tour double decker bus in front of us with the open top seats on the roof.

"Shhhh, Don't forget your accent," she whispered. "People will recognize your voice."

She was right. I was so surprised I broke character for a minute.

I cleared my throat and in my British accent asked, "Are we seriously doing a star tour darling?"

"Yes we are dear," she said with a smile and a laugh, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the van.

We walked up the steps to the roof seating and slid into one of the middle rows with her on the outside edge so she could have a clearer view since this was her big idea.

"You don't even like celebrities dear. Why did you want to go on a star tour?" I asked, in my accent.

"I thought you might enjoy it. You seem to love celebrities so much. And what my sugar daddy wants, my sugar daddy gets," she said, holding back a laugh.

I just rolled my eyes at her and laughed. "You're crazy."

The bus started moving and a short, Hispanic man in his mid 20's stood up at the front holding a microphone, wearing khaki shorts and a light blue polo shirt with Star Home Tours logo on the chest.

"Hello beautiful people!" he said with a huge smile. "Welcome to Star Home Tours Malibu. We have an exciting day ahead. We'll be showing you the magnificent homes of some mega celebrities and also some local spots where big name movies have been filmed. Sit tight and enjoy the ride!"

As we made our way through the streets, the guide pointed out the homes of Brad Pitt, Paris Hilton, Charlie Sheen, Ellen DeGeneres, Leonardo Dicaprio, Matthew McConaughey, and Janet Jackson. For each house he would tell a little bit about that person and the people on the bus would gasp and grab their phones and start taking pictures and recording.

It was kind of funny to see how they were just in awe of looking at houses. Several of the houses on the tour I had been inside of for parties or get-togethers. I saw the bus turn down a familiar street and I knew what was coming next.

"Now to your right you're going to see the home of film and music star Dylan Chase."

Hearing the ooh's and aaah's of the people on the bus looking at my house in awe was surreal, because inside I still felt like a normal person.

"Dylan moved here to California at 18 right out of high school and now at only 23 years old he's got #1 hit songs on the radio, his last concert tour completely sold out within 24 hours and his last album went double platinum. He was voted TIME magazine's sexiest man alive last year and fun fact, he also already won an Oscar."

"Wow. That's where Dylan Chase actually lives?" a woman behind me said in awe.

I turned around and looked at her and whispered, "I've heard he's a real asshole."

Brenley smacked me and I looked over at her and she was laughing.

"You're an idiot," she whispered with a smile and I smiled back.

"Is that any way to talk to your sugar daddy young lady?" I asked, and she busted out laughing, and smacked my chest. I loved the sound of her laugh.

Her laugh and her smile slowly faded away as she sat there looking at me. Looking into her blue eyes with her face so close to mine out here in the bright sunlight made me notice for the first time that her eyes not only had blue but also some green and even a hint of gold. Her eyes were mesmerizing and her cheeks and nose had a slight red sunburn and a few tiny freckles that looked cute. Her long blonde hair picked up shades of honey and golden brown in this light and I could smell her summery perfume.

I glanced down at her light pink pouty lips that didn't have any gloss or lipstick on them at all. They were just natural, like she was and I looked back up into her eyes and they were looking into mine. I wondered what she was thinking. Was there any way she felt as tempted to kiss me right now as I felt to kiss her. Then I realized I was in this old man disguise so probably not. Kissing her dressed like this would creep her out.

Hell, me even kissing her at all would probably freak her out. It was killing me so much that she wasn't feeling what I was feeling. I was the last guy on earth she would want to date just because I'm a celebrity, which was so weird because usually that was the main reason women wanted to date me. Most women hunted celebrities down like it was a sport but not Brenley.

She turned her head away, breaking our eye contact and looked back out at the houses we were passing and we both sat there in silence. She had her head turned and I sat there, looking at her side profile and thinking about the fact that she was so beautiful and she had no idea.

It wasn't just her outside beauty that had me captivated by her though. This woman was smart, hard working, brutally honest, not afraid to speak her mind and go after what she wanted. She couldn't be tempted into doing things she didn't believe in. She made her own path and went her own way, even if it wasn't the popular way and she didn't care what anyone had to say or thought about it.

That's when I realized I had a crush on this woman. I could feel it inside my chest, an aching longing when I looked at her. I couldn't even tell you the last time I had a crush, probably middle school. Starting in high school I got tall and handsome and started working out a lot. I never had to work for any woman I wanted after that because they were all chasing after me. Not Brenley. She was pushing me away.

It had my head spinning and tangled up in knots. I was racking my brain, trying to figure out what I could do to make her fall for me, but then her words from last night went through my head. She didn't want the kind of lifestyle that I lived here in Hollywood and trying to force her into it so we could be together would just make her miserable. I couldn't do that to her.

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out, feeling a sadness come over me as I realized I couldn't be with her, no matter how much I wanted to be. I sat there and watched the rest of the tour in silence and when it was over and the bus was finally back at the parking lot where we started, I stood up.

I slowly made my way down the aisle behind all the other people and then I turned and looked at her and she had an excited smile on her face.

"I can't wait for the next surprise. You're gonna love it!" she smiled, clapping her hands with a little squeal.

Seeing her so excited made me smile and I decided that I needed to cheer up and not let my bad mood ruin the special day she had planned for us. I just needed to forget about my crush and push it out of my mind and focus on just being her friend and enjoying the rest of the time we got to spend together.

After we got off the bus she reached out her hand to me opening and closing her fingers.

"What? What are you asking for?"

"The keys. You can't drive blindfolded."

"You want to drive my car?" I asked. "I've never let anybody drive that car besides me. I'm not exaggerating. Literally, no one else has ever driven it but me."

"Please? I promise I'm a very careful driver," she begged.

I thought about it, taking a deep breath in and letting it out. I reluctantly reached into my pocket, kicking myself for picking my most expensive car for this trip today. Why couldn't I have driven anything else? Of course it had to be my Hennessey Venom GT Spider.

I dangled the keys over her hand and said, "This car is my baby. It's my most prized possession in the world."

"Really?" she asked, looking over at it. "How much did it cost?"

"Over a million dollars," I said and her jaw literally dropped and her eyes widened.

"It has a twin-turbo V8 engine, and it's one of the fastest cars of all time. It just broke records for reaching 265 miles per hour. It's a lot to handle."

"I'll go super slow and be really careful. I promise," she begged, still holding her hand out and looking up at me with those puppy dog eyes and my resolve melted. How could I say no to that? What was this girl doing to me?

"Don't make me regret this," I said, slowly lowering the keys towards her hand, hesitating for a second and raising them back up before she snatched them away with a laugh.

"It's fine. I'll be super careful," she said triumphantly, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out a blindfold.

"Is this where you blindfold me and take me out to the desert somewhere so you can kill me and sell my car for millions? I knew this whole nice thing you were doing was just an act. No one's that nice."

She rolled her eyes at me with a laugh, giving me a smile right as the blindfold covered my eyes and she tied it behind my head. Then I felt her hand slip into mine and the tingle of our hands touching sent a shiver across my skin. I heard a car door open and she guided me over to sit down and put my seat belt on me before shutting my door and pretty soon we were headed off down the road.

"Are you just blindfolding me so you can have your way with me later? You're one of those dominatrix chicks aren't you?"

She laughed and I felt a smack on my thigh.

"You wish pal," she said in a sultry, sexy voice.

'Yes I do' I thought to myself. More than she could imagine.