sing along with me…”
“But…”
“Don’t tell me you can’t, because you can. Copy my tune, my pitch.”
Trav starts singing, and my heart does flip flops. He looks gorgeous perched on that stool, his elbows on his knees and his foot tapping. He looks over at me and grins; I can’t help but return that grin. The girl begins singing with him, and they are right, her voice is beautiful. They sing together, and I envy how beautiful it sounds. Travis fades out and the girl continues on with the song. Everyone stares in silence.
“Wow, she is good.” I whisper.
“It’s not often we find a gem in the pile of rocks, but I think we just got one.”
Travis works with the girls for half an hour more, getting them to even out their singing and soon they sound phenomenal together. He walks back out and takes my hand.
“What did you think?”
“I think you are amazing.”
He grins down at me. “Right back at you.”
“We will give you a finished song by the end of the day boss.” One of the men says.
“Thanks.”
Trav takes my arm and walks me out of the studio and into his office. I smile when I see a skull sitting on his desk.
“Just for me?” I question.
“Just for you. How do you like my building so far?”
“Your receptionist is not very nice, but the building is beautiful.”
“She is a brat and has obsessed over me for years. She worked for me in NY but got a transfer when I opened up here.”
I nod, understanding. “Well she is only human.”
He laughs and leans back onto his desk as I look around. I take in the huge area, with its filing cabinets, book shelves, couch, desk and even a television. Heck the room has its own toilet for Christ sake. Everything is a dark color; his desk is a dark pine, his book shelves are the same, the couch is black leather and even the curtains are dark. When I have finished admiring, I turn back to Travis who is staring at me with a hungry expression.
“Trav, you like dark things.”
He grins. “I do.”
“It’s so male in here.”
“Is it now?”
“So what is the surprise?” I ask, my voice going weak.
“First…”
He steps forward and takes me into his arms, bringing his lips down on mine. Oh, how I have missed those lips. He moves them slowly at first, encouraging me into the kiss and then we are in a deep pash, our tongues twirling, our lips moulding together. I pull back panting; my skin is on fire and my sex is aching.
“Now that is out of the way,” He growls a little, “I can show you the surprise.”
I swallow and nod, putting my hand over my pounding heart. Travis takes me to his computer and pulls me down onto his lap. Ok then. I can feel his erection jutting against my bottom, and I try hard not to squirm and make it worse. He stretches his arms around me and begins typing in google, he is writing my name. When nothing shows in google, he goes to the newspaper pages and does the same. Nothing. Travis Phoenix has basically made me disappear.
“Trav…” I whisper, “You made it all disappear.”
“I said I would.”
“Oh…thank you.”
He spins me around, forcing me to straddle him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you for days. I want you, and it scares me because I haven’t wanted something so badly for such a long time.”
“I…don’t know what to say Trav. I am all dark and twisted and, I think I will just hurt you or scare you off. I have had a lot happen in the last four years.”
“You might think you are dark and twisted Mischief, but I see so much more.”
“Trav…”
“I want you Mischief, and I will not stop until you are mine.”
I stare at him, overwhelmed by his confession.
“Can we just…try and…”
“We are trying, we have started trying. I want to keep trying…I want to try until you can’t think of anything else but me....”
“I don’t know Trav…”
“Give me a chance.”
“Trav, I don’t do this stuff. I don’t date; I don’t fuck. I got hurt, and it
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