A Blue Tale by Sarah Dosher Page A

your band play because she knew I’d be drawn to your style; I was. I have no interest in musicians that follow the fads; I want real musicians that play for the love of music, period.  Your show brought tears to my eyes; I felt the raw emotions behind every word, every note. That’s why I want to sign you without any further verification you’re trust worthy. If I’m willing to take that chance after one night, then I think you can to – I mean what do you have to lose, right?”
    The intensity of his stare increased my heart rate until all I could hear was the blood rushing through my ears.  I didn’t have a fucking clue what to tell him, and I was afraid if he kept pushing me I’d pass out cold before I could give him an even half intelligible answer.
    Which was why I was overjoyed when he simply nodded his head.
    “Okay…well, umm, do you have any other questions for me?”  I asked as I stopped in front of my desk and he moved to sit in the chair directly in front of me.
    “What is Shaw Sutton to you?” 
    His eyes continued to pierce mine, and I was afraid he could read every secret I kept buried inside.
    “Not really the type of question I had in mind.”
    “Don’t play games, just answer the damn question.” He said, his voice once again becoming overly forceful and demanding.
    “How do you know him?” I asked.
    He raised his eyebrows.  “I asked first.”
    “So, I asked second.” I said, raising my eyebrows back at him.
    “Why won’t you tell me?”
    “Why should I tell you?”
    Our eyes were locked; his clear blue eyes burning a hole in my carefully constructed defenses.  Each second that ticked by I could feel the bricks I’d built around myself loosening, weakening.
    He stood and took one step forward, putting him mere inches from me.  One hand snaked up my waist while the other moved to my cheek, his thumb rubbing in small circles.
    “How could I not know who you were?” He whispered, so lightly I wouldn’t have heard if he weren’t so close I could feel his breath on my skin.  “You look just like I remember, just like him.”
    My heart dropped, fearing he was another guitar player more interested in what my last name was than anything else about me.
    “You know, I saw you half-naked in that magazine.  I thought I was a grown-ass man, but then I walked around with a hard-on for weeks thinking about some girl barely old enough to drive.” He shook his head and smiled. “I had it bad.”
    “Yeah, it got me lots of attention.  Attention I never wanted.” I admitted breathlessly.  “That was my mom’s last shot at fame, just at my expense. I hated every minute of it, and never posed for another photo shoot again.”
    “You looked damn good, Eli, but you were just a girl then.  The woman before me is even better.”
    His gaze moved to my mouth and the clear blue of his eyes was replaced with storm clouds.  My body screamed to feel his lips, but my heart and mind were fighting the pull.  He slowly moved closer, inch by inch, until I could almost taste him – but he froze and released me.
    A small groan escaped from my throat as he turned his back to me.  I’m not sure if it was a sound born more from relief, or frustration.  My chest was heaving with quick, shallow breaths.  On unsteady legs, I moved around to the back of my desk and fell into my chair.  There it was again, the sexual charge I’d felt before – I was almost hoping I’d dreamed it.
    His back was still turned to me, but I could tell he was breathing heavily as his shoulders rose and fell rapidly.  He ran his hand through his shaggy hair before releasing a low growl.
    “What the hell was that?” He said to himself.
    My phone started singing “A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep.”  I fumbled for it and accidently hit the speakerphone.
    “Hey buttmunch, we moved practice up. We’re all at your house, where the hell are you?” Willow yelled. “Am I on