Release by Louise J Page A

palms, and sips her coffee.
    “We’re just two adults
getting to know each other.”
    “Think you might be able to
have more than adult fun with her?”
    “I don’t think anything
right now. You know how “more than adult fun” and me works, Saff.”
    “It doesn’t always have to
be that way, Dane. It could be different.”
    “We spoke for hours on the
phone last night. I haven’t done stuff like that with a girl since high school.
There’s something different for you.”
    Brooklyn was completely at
ease when we spoke, not a hint of caution. Five fucking hours we spent on the
phone.
    Saff’s lips curve wide and
it’s almost funny that she looks impressed. “I like that different.” Her
expression goes hard. “Don’t make me the last to know what happens with you
both, even if it comes to nothing.”
    “I won’t, I promise.”
    Her smile right now is the
fullest I’ve seen from her since I arrived here today, even more so than when
she opened the door to me. Mine isn’t far off hers – if she’s happy, I’m happy.
    “My brother and the girl I
watched on TV for all those weeks. I’m excited. So tell me about Brooklyn in
your words.” She beams, all eager now.
    This wasn’t supposed to be
part of our conversation.

Thirteen:
Brooklyn
    I’ve been trying not to look forward to tonight all
week, but I’ve failed miserably. I’ve been so excited – just as I am right now,
though there’s also an infusion of nerves suddenly.
    That’s probably because
Dane’s sitting in a cab outside the theater, waiting for me.   
    The only people left in the
dressing room are Leona and me. She and Kayla have waited to see me off. As I
check myself over in the full-length mirror, one final time, Leona comes into
view beside me, a huge smile on her face. I pat down the pleats of my red mini
skirt and observe my boobs. “Can you see my nipples?” I ask.
    I’m wearing a thin black
strappy top and, as all girls know, sometimes the lights make the material
appear sheer. I hadn’t considered that when I tried it on at home.
    Leona chuckles as she folds
her arms below her breasts. “Nope. So what if they did show, you’ve got great
nipples.”
    “That’s hardly the point. I
don’t want to look like a tart.”
    “As if – you are pure class,
even though I can see your arse.”
    I laugh at her as I turn my
back to the mirror and tilt my upper body forward. Granted, this thing is
short, but my arse is definitely covered.
    The door to the toilets
swings open, and Kayla struts out. “Suck a dick! Girl, you are smokin’,” she
says, coming to a stop beside Leona.
    “Thanks. This isn’t too full
on, is it?”
    “Hell no. Just don’t get
drunk, keep your head clear,” Kayla orders.
    “I have no intention of
consuming too much alcohol. Two drinks max.”
    Sitting on a chair, I slip
on my stiletto sandals and fasten the ankle straps. After a group hug, if three
people qualify for that, I put on my knee length coat and button up. I make my
way down to the street, my anticipation and anxiety increasing with every step.
    As I get into the cab beside
him, I can see Dane looking at my hair. The raise to the corners of his lips
makes me smile as well. “I’ve only seen your hair down when you performed. I
like it like that.”
    “Thank you.”
    Though we’ve spoken on the
phone a couple of times since last Saturday’s call, and for hours each time, I
haven’t seen him in over a week, since he came to the studio.
    I was far from prepared for
the impact of the man that is Dane.
    I feel consumed by his
presence and I could literally get drunk off of his personal scent. It’s intoxicating,
even with the gentle overtone of spicy-sweet cologne. Everything about him is
intoxicating.
    And, of course, he looks
incredible. I don’t think he could fail at that if he tried. His sapphire
colored shirt looks plush. I want to touch it. Touch him. The fit is perfect
for enhancing his physique and the top button is undone,