Maya
One day down. Check.
Kept hands to myself. Boring.
No notes. A huge relief.
Time to myself in the morning. Hit the treadmill.
I would’ve loved to pop down to the gym to get a full workout with weights instead of small hand ones that I took on sets with me. Or even hit the pavement for a nice, steady pace jog under the warmth of the morning sunshine. However, I needed to make do with the machine I had rented and installed in the living room area not far from the balcony which gave me a view.
I loved being outdoors. I always had. The only times I was inside as a kid were early mornings and evenings after the sun went down. I was one of those kids that was fortunate enough to stay outside until the street lights came on. Something my parents instilled in me from their youth and why they moved our family into a completely gated community that was totally family oriented. There was even a team of security guards who cruised around the streets in golf carts at all hours of the day.
My parents loved the layout which included a clubhouse featuring a huge pool, tennis courts and a recreation center. I never had time to say “I’m bored” with all of the outdoor activities available. Another plus was that the neighborhood was full of kids that had similar parents who pushed us to play outside safely. Of course there were a few kids that refused to join in and some that shared a video game addiction which connected them with headphones.
Summertime seemed to bring everyone outdoors with a program designed for kids of all ages. I loved it and spent my days from morning to night at the recreation center participating in a variety of activities. They even had things to do that didn’t involve sports like crafts, sing-alongs, dancing and putting on skits to be performed at the end of the summer. I was so happy to be surrounded by so many friends, playing and enjoying the snack bar.
They had the best French fries and I had them every day along with whatever I ordered. I confess to skipping burgers, sandwiches, pizzas, fried chicken strips or whatever else they had on their menu in favor of only eating their yummy crispy fries… Oh, and ice cream. Both of which remained a favorite treat with my newest craving being vanilla frozen yogurt layered with colorful mini M & M candies. Hence the need for lots of cardio since I refused to give up foods I loved. Running at least an hour on the treadmill afforded me those treats.
The weight training and power yoga was added to my daily exercise routine along with my role as a super hero. I never imagined that I would play a comic book character, ever. Definitely not a hero type. But, when I was offered the lead role in my own movie, turning down an opportunity like that would’ve been crazy.
I was in the best shape of my life in an effort to not use a body double and to keep everything in place while I was squeezed into a formfitting costume. What I didn’t sweat off in the gym with a personal trainer happened on the set as I worked my ass off. I never complained about how difficult it was to move and hold my bodyweight while being harnessed in front of a green board since one of my powers included flying. But when it came to the intense jumping, rolling, fighting, driving…basically the intense stuff, I gladly stepped aside to let the stunt double people takeover.
Knowing about all of the physical elements that went into making the movie, I was surprised that none of the journalists asked about my exercise program or commented on the ugly metal and plastic, lit-up beast marring the beautifully decorated suite.
A few did make reference to the handsome feature never too far away from me. In fact, he was everywhere I went except for the bathroom… Well, I take that back since he did make sure the hotel’s ladies room was empty before I used it later that evening while we were out of my room for the meet and greet.
Sleeping alone in my suite was another downtime but I knew he was on the other side of the wall in his own hotel room. Not an easy visual to dismiss. It had me wondering if he slept nude like I did or did he wear boxer briefs so he was ready to spring into action. Then I was off to naughtyland imagining what kind of action he would perform with his massive hard body that pressed against the fabric of his clothing.
He looked great in a suit and tie when he accompanied me down to the ballroom set up for champagne cocktails—still not the Bikini Sunset one—and delicious hand-passed treasures. One thing I had no complaints about…in fact, I loved it way more than I should have; the way Logan placed his hands on my body. Nothing inappropriate. Just his firm, yet gentle, touch to guide me out of my room, down the hall, into the elevator and out… You get the idea. It warmed my insides and did funny things to my playful bits which was so silly of me, but I couldn’t stop myself from flirting and calling him handsome.
Poor man. He was just doing his job and there I was ogling and objectifying him like he was a yummy piece of filet mignon on my plate. Luckily, Logan remained professional without telling me to cut the shit or, worse yet, walking off the job. Of course he wouldn’t do that as I knew he had a military background and most likely endured far worse than a silly actress acting like a love-struck teenage girl.
If he did find me annoying in any way, he was quite a remarkable actor because it felt like a part of him really liked me.