Reid’s voice from the small kitchen. I didn’t even realize he was standing there; once again music had a way of capturing all my attention in its lullabies.
“And that’s my cue to exit. Night, Molly,” Tysen commented, excusing himself from the moment.
There was an awkward tension in the air; a feeling that I just couldn’t put my finger on. We didn’t really leave the club on the greatest of terms, but after all, I was an employee and nothing more. I offered a smile to Reid and returned my gaze to the guitar. Everything in me said just talk to the fricken man, but I still felt like a little girl who got scolded from the incident earlier. How could this man make me want to drop my pants one second, and then beg for his forgiveness the next, was beyond my comprehension.
“Sorry, was I being too loud?” I asked Reid, keeping my eyes firmly locked on my fingers gripping the neck.
“No, I wasn’t sleeping. Keep playing,” he demanded. His voice was stern, like it wasn’t a question if I should keep playing; it was a demand.
My insides squir med and my mind started to spin. The control this man had on me was unreal. I wanted to continue to play, but the stubborn child in me begged me to stop. I wanted to chuck this guitar and jump on the man, but at the same time the urge to stick my tongue out and give him the bird was completely taking over my mind.
“What are you waiting for?”
Coconuts, my body started to betray my mind and my fingers once again started to find their rhythm, taunting my mind and betraying my heart.
I played for what felt like forever and my fingers started to cramp and ache. The entire time I had Reid’s complete attention. Whenever I managed to open my eyes and peek over at the man sitting across from me, his eyes automatically caught mine, like he was staring directly into the hidden parts of me. Music had always been a release, a sudden glimpse into my secret inner world; and this man found his way right into it.
“So what other hidden talents do you possess , Molly Anne?” Reid smirked, finally leaning back into the couch.
“Well, I am an excellent flame thrower and have dabbled in hypnosis.” I couldn’t help but laugh at my response. How easy it was to get lost in the music and leave yourself venerable; yet the second it stops the wall of protection was easily built right back up again. Reid laughed at my comment and motioned for me to hand over the guitar.
“Here,” I whispered.
Reid’s hand grazed mine in the exchange, instantly sending chills down my body. Yep, pretty sure I’m totally lame. I tried to stifle the yawn that escaped my lips as Reid started to strum the guitar.
“Sleep , Molly Anne,” he spoke. This man had a dominating side, and it made me never want to question his motives again.
I nodded my head and stretched out on the couch, quietly listening to the amazing rock god , Reid, play softly in the background. If this didn’t screw with my head even more, then I’m sure I was already certifiable to begin with.
Chapter 11: Does dating really exist anymore? Well………besides speed dating that is.
The bus came to an abrupt stop and I immediately got introduced to the floor. Lucky for me, the ground was carpeted, and I landed on my back instead of flat on my face. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes to the light slamming through the large windows. Closing my eyes again, I let out a loud sigh; this really wasn’t how I wanted to wake up this morning.
“Coffee?” Reid snickered from the kitchen.
I lifted my head off the floor and narrowed my eyes at the man standing there, holding out a coffee cup. I knew if I opened my mouth before coffee this morning , something absolutely bitchy and horrid would emerge, thus nodding my head and sitting up was the only logical response to go with.
Reid walked over and offered a hand to help me up, and without hesitation I reached out and grabbed it. I’m sure there would have been butterflies,
“And that’s my cue to exit. Night, Molly,” Tysen commented, excusing himself from the moment.
There was an awkward tension in the air; a feeling that I just couldn’t put my finger on. We didn’t really leave the club on the greatest of terms, but after all, I was an employee and nothing more. I offered a smile to Reid and returned my gaze to the guitar. Everything in me said just talk to the fricken man, but I still felt like a little girl who got scolded from the incident earlier. How could this man make me want to drop my pants one second, and then beg for his forgiveness the next, was beyond my comprehension.
“Sorry, was I being too loud?” I asked Reid, keeping my eyes firmly locked on my fingers gripping the neck.
“No, I wasn’t sleeping. Keep playing,” he demanded. His voice was stern, like it wasn’t a question if I should keep playing; it was a demand.
My insides squir med and my mind started to spin. The control this man had on me was unreal. I wanted to continue to play, but the stubborn child in me begged me to stop. I wanted to chuck this guitar and jump on the man, but at the same time the urge to stick my tongue out and give him the bird was completely taking over my mind.
“What are you waiting for?”
Coconuts, my body started to betray my mind and my fingers once again started to find their rhythm, taunting my mind and betraying my heart.
I played for what felt like forever and my fingers started to cramp and ache. The entire time I had Reid’s complete attention. Whenever I managed to open my eyes and peek over at the man sitting across from me, his eyes automatically caught mine, like he was staring directly into the hidden parts of me. Music had always been a release, a sudden glimpse into my secret inner world; and this man found his way right into it.
“So what other hidden talents do you possess , Molly Anne?” Reid smirked, finally leaning back into the couch.
“Well, I am an excellent flame thrower and have dabbled in hypnosis.” I couldn’t help but laugh at my response. How easy it was to get lost in the music and leave yourself venerable; yet the second it stops the wall of protection was easily built right back up again. Reid laughed at my comment and motioned for me to hand over the guitar.
“Here,” I whispered.
Reid’s hand grazed mine in the exchange, instantly sending chills down my body. Yep, pretty sure I’m totally lame. I tried to stifle the yawn that escaped my lips as Reid started to strum the guitar.
“Sleep , Molly Anne,” he spoke. This man had a dominating side, and it made me never want to question his motives again.
I nodded my head and stretched out on the couch, quietly listening to the amazing rock god , Reid, play softly in the background. If this didn’t screw with my head even more, then I’m sure I was already certifiable to begin with.
Chapter 11: Does dating really exist anymore? Well………besides speed dating that is.
The bus came to an abrupt stop and I immediately got introduced to the floor. Lucky for me, the ground was carpeted, and I landed on my back instead of flat on my face. Groaning, I slowly opened my eyes to the light slamming through the large windows. Closing my eyes again, I let out a loud sigh; this really wasn’t how I wanted to wake up this morning.
“Coffee?” Reid snickered from the kitchen.
I lifted my head off the floor and narrowed my eyes at the man standing there, holding out a coffee cup. I knew if I opened my mouth before coffee this morning , something absolutely bitchy and horrid would emerge, thus nodding my head and sitting up was the only logical response to go with.
Reid walked over and offered a hand to help me up, and without hesitation I reached out and grabbed it. I’m sure there would have been butterflies,
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