the call anyways.
"Hey, Mel, it's June."
June ? How did she get my number? Oh wait, that’s right, we exchanged numbers the other night. "Oh, hey June.”
“Is this a bad time?"
"No..no of course not. What's up?"
"Would you like to come over to the studio? I ordered lunch, if you're interested in joining me?” Lunch ?I’ve never been asked to lunch before. “I mean if you haven't -"
"Yeah, I'd love to!” I immediately say. This totally rocks! “I'll call a cab and be on my way."
"Oh, you don't have a car?"
"No. My bike is in the shop.
"Well, I don't want you wasting your money on a cab. I'll send a driver over to pick you up."
"Sure, that's sounds cool. Thanks."
"No prob. See you soon."
Being driven over to the studio in a limo was definitely the highlight of my morning. I’ve never been in a limo before. It was a sweet ride, but I prefer my motorcycle. I love the feeling of being free; no windows, no doors. There is something about being on a two wheeler, out in the open and speeding down the highway. It’s almost like I am flying.
Walking inside the music studio is a bit overwhelming. How I have dreamed of walking into a place like this, of actually recording my music where there would be nothing other than my voice and guitar. I feel so close to my dream, yet it’s a million light years away. I shake off the slump I’ve put myself into and gaze around at the open entryway of the studio. It has a feel from the 1950’s, with that rocker edge and a twist of today’s world. There is an old fashioned jukebox to my left against a brick wall, surrounded by framed records and pictures of famous artists. Black, leather couches and chairs are set up in front of the jukebox with a deep red carpet underneath. A coffee table with magazines are in the center, giving the waiting area a homey feel. Beyond the waiting area, I believe, is June’s assistant’s desk. The girl doesn’t see me yet. She seems to be busy talking on the phone, so I go back to gazing around. The place is so fucking classy, I want to live here. I slowly walk up to the jukebox and slide my hand over the glass, looking at all the different music. I am so engaged with it, I don’t even hear what’s behind me - not until I hear the one thing that suddenly gets me weak in the knees.
"Sweetness." His voice melts my insides. It immediately makes me wet. We left each other on such bad terms the other day, I want to forget it ever happened, but I am a stubborn person. I hold on to grudges, which is so not cool. I can feel him right behind me. His breath lands on the back of my neck, giving me goosebumps.
I slowly turn around and lean against the jukebox. We are almost nose to nose, lips to lips, he is so close to me. He makes it hard to turn away. "I didn't come here to see you,” my voice cracks. My nerves are getting to me. I need to get back in control. I clear my throat. “June invited me for lunch." His eyes make their way down to my cleavage. I see his lips twitch. He’s trying hard not to smile and be his cocky, gorgeous self. I enjoy his cocky attitude, immensely. Some women might be offended by it, but for some reason it turns me on.
His eyes go back up to mine. "Okay…cool, I guess,” he shrugs.
I know he wants me to say I was there to see him. He seems slightly disappointed. I guess it means he doesn’t let things bother him for very long; he lets go of any anger pretty fast. Unlike me. "I…uh…see ya." I try to move past him, but he keeps me caged up against the jukebox by placing his hands on either side of me. Now we are super close.
"Babe, come on,” he quietly argues.
I can’t control what comes out of my mouth next. He is so hard to turn away. "What's your address? I'll come by later.” His eyes light up, then bites that bottom lip of his. Wetness between my legs. “But not to talk. To play,” I remind him.
"Won't be home till late. We have some publicity shit happening."
"Works for me. Just text me when you
"Hey, Mel, it's June."
June ? How did she get my number? Oh wait, that’s right, we exchanged numbers the other night. "Oh, hey June.”
“Is this a bad time?"
"No..no of course not. What's up?"
"Would you like to come over to the studio? I ordered lunch, if you're interested in joining me?” Lunch ?I’ve never been asked to lunch before. “I mean if you haven't -"
"Yeah, I'd love to!” I immediately say. This totally rocks! “I'll call a cab and be on my way."
"Oh, you don't have a car?"
"No. My bike is in the shop.
"Well, I don't want you wasting your money on a cab. I'll send a driver over to pick you up."
"Sure, that's sounds cool. Thanks."
"No prob. See you soon."
Being driven over to the studio in a limo was definitely the highlight of my morning. I’ve never been in a limo before. It was a sweet ride, but I prefer my motorcycle. I love the feeling of being free; no windows, no doors. There is something about being on a two wheeler, out in the open and speeding down the highway. It’s almost like I am flying.
Walking inside the music studio is a bit overwhelming. How I have dreamed of walking into a place like this, of actually recording my music where there would be nothing other than my voice and guitar. I feel so close to my dream, yet it’s a million light years away. I shake off the slump I’ve put myself into and gaze around at the open entryway of the studio. It has a feel from the 1950’s, with that rocker edge and a twist of today’s world. There is an old fashioned jukebox to my left against a brick wall, surrounded by framed records and pictures of famous artists. Black, leather couches and chairs are set up in front of the jukebox with a deep red carpet underneath. A coffee table with magazines are in the center, giving the waiting area a homey feel. Beyond the waiting area, I believe, is June’s assistant’s desk. The girl doesn’t see me yet. She seems to be busy talking on the phone, so I go back to gazing around. The place is so fucking classy, I want to live here. I slowly walk up to the jukebox and slide my hand over the glass, looking at all the different music. I am so engaged with it, I don’t even hear what’s behind me - not until I hear the one thing that suddenly gets me weak in the knees.
"Sweetness." His voice melts my insides. It immediately makes me wet. We left each other on such bad terms the other day, I want to forget it ever happened, but I am a stubborn person. I hold on to grudges, which is so not cool. I can feel him right behind me. His breath lands on the back of my neck, giving me goosebumps.
I slowly turn around and lean against the jukebox. We are almost nose to nose, lips to lips, he is so close to me. He makes it hard to turn away. "I didn't come here to see you,” my voice cracks. My nerves are getting to me. I need to get back in control. I clear my throat. “June invited me for lunch." His eyes make their way down to my cleavage. I see his lips twitch. He’s trying hard not to smile and be his cocky, gorgeous self. I enjoy his cocky attitude, immensely. Some women might be offended by it, but for some reason it turns me on.
His eyes go back up to mine. "Okay…cool, I guess,” he shrugs.
I know he wants me to say I was there to see him. He seems slightly disappointed. I guess it means he doesn’t let things bother him for very long; he lets go of any anger pretty fast. Unlike me. "I…uh…see ya." I try to move past him, but he keeps me caged up against the jukebox by placing his hands on either side of me. Now we are super close.
"Babe, come on,” he quietly argues.
I can’t control what comes out of my mouth next. He is so hard to turn away. "What's your address? I'll come by later.” His eyes light up, then bites that bottom lip of his. Wetness between my legs. “But not to talk. To play,” I remind him.
"Won't be home till late. We have some publicity shit happening."
"Works for me. Just text me when you
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