again.
I was also still working my way through the Time series, and this Joshua was one Super Sexy Scientist Guy…who happened to engage in a ravishingly steamy love affair with a different lady in each time period. I was hooked. Was I reading erotica? Time traveling erotica? Perhaps…
I had talked to Jack in the late afternoon. He'd been onset doing re-shoots at a studio in the valley all day and was going to try to make it to the club in time.
“I'm not sure what time I'll be done. They tell me I should be out of here by eight-ish, but that's usually rubbish,” he sighed into the phone.
“Well, if you get here, you get here. If not, no big deal. I might be doing another open mike next week, too,” I answered, picking at a nonexistent piece of lint on my jeans. I really was getting more nervous about tonight than I thought. This was good, though, good energy to have.
“Actually, I'm not sure if I'll be there,” he said. “Holly and I talked today and I'm going to have to start doing some more press. They've got interviews lined up for me all next week and at some point I have to head up to Santa Barbara for a photo shoot.”
“Oh, OK. Well whatever, it's just an open mike night. I understand,” I replied, shocked that this affected me so. I could feel my stomach tightening up as I realized that I had really been looking forward to having him hear me sing.
Grace, this isn't your boyfriend. This is someone who hasn't even seen you naked yet.
Well, he saw me almost naked. That was not for his lack of trying, though. Despite the fact that I had kept him away all week while I was working, he tried almost every night to talk me into coming out, or at least letting him come over. After his front door performance, I was sorely tempted. Nevertheless, I was being an adult and getting my work done first.
Was I maybe also playing a little hard to get? Oh, hell yes.
“Grace, you know I'll be there if I'm in town, right? You're not going to get rid of me that easily,” he assured me, and I could hear someone talking in the background. “Right then, they need me back on set. I'll ring you if I can't make it, otherwise I'll see you soon.”
“I'll talk you later. Hey, one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“If I do see you tonight, you're going to finish what you started,” I teased, remembering what he promised the last time we were together.
He was quiet and I thought he had hung up until he said, almost in a whisper, “Grace, I will focus on nothing else in life until you come. I will start it and I will fucking finish it.”
Oh. My. God. The Brit was a little dirty birdie. I scraped myself off the floor and tried to start breathing again. “Hamilton, I have no words for you.”
“Good, I like you speechless. Now let me go work so I can get to you faster,” he teased and hung up.
Christ on a crutch…
***
I arrived at the club early and waited for my friends. Sitting at the bar, I nursed a hot tea, trying to get my mind off Jack's words. I was getting warm for his form just thinking about him, and I found myself wishing that the night were over so we could be together.
Girl, you got it bad.
Yes, but I was hoping to get it good. As I was sitting there, I felt a pair of hands on my waist and I smiled. I turned around and was not expecting what I saw.
“Bitch, this redhead has been identified!” It was Nick, and he was holding a copy of the TMZ picture from the beach. He was not pleased. “Tell me you are not fucking him. Please, God, tell me you haven't hit this.”
“Why would you assume that just by looking at this picture? Maybe we were just sharing some shrimp, a harmless lunch?” I protested, innocently.
“So, you haven't slept with him? Oh, thank you, Lord. I was going to smash my head through a plate glass window if you stole my British dreamboat before he knew he was secretly gay. I needed some more time to convince him.” He laughed, relaxing his posture.
“No, Nick, I haven't slept
I was also still working my way through the Time series, and this Joshua was one Super Sexy Scientist Guy…who happened to engage in a ravishingly steamy love affair with a different lady in each time period. I was hooked. Was I reading erotica? Time traveling erotica? Perhaps…
I had talked to Jack in the late afternoon. He'd been onset doing re-shoots at a studio in the valley all day and was going to try to make it to the club in time.
“I'm not sure what time I'll be done. They tell me I should be out of here by eight-ish, but that's usually rubbish,” he sighed into the phone.
“Well, if you get here, you get here. If not, no big deal. I might be doing another open mike next week, too,” I answered, picking at a nonexistent piece of lint on my jeans. I really was getting more nervous about tonight than I thought. This was good, though, good energy to have.
“Actually, I'm not sure if I'll be there,” he said. “Holly and I talked today and I'm going to have to start doing some more press. They've got interviews lined up for me all next week and at some point I have to head up to Santa Barbara for a photo shoot.”
“Oh, OK. Well whatever, it's just an open mike night. I understand,” I replied, shocked that this affected me so. I could feel my stomach tightening up as I realized that I had really been looking forward to having him hear me sing.
Grace, this isn't your boyfriend. This is someone who hasn't even seen you naked yet.
Well, he saw me almost naked. That was not for his lack of trying, though. Despite the fact that I had kept him away all week while I was working, he tried almost every night to talk me into coming out, or at least letting him come over. After his front door performance, I was sorely tempted. Nevertheless, I was being an adult and getting my work done first.
Was I maybe also playing a little hard to get? Oh, hell yes.
“Grace, you know I'll be there if I'm in town, right? You're not going to get rid of me that easily,” he assured me, and I could hear someone talking in the background. “Right then, they need me back on set. I'll ring you if I can't make it, otherwise I'll see you soon.”
“I'll talk you later. Hey, one more thing.”
“Yes?”
“If I do see you tonight, you're going to finish what you started,” I teased, remembering what he promised the last time we were together.
He was quiet and I thought he had hung up until he said, almost in a whisper, “Grace, I will focus on nothing else in life until you come. I will start it and I will fucking finish it.”
Oh. My. God. The Brit was a little dirty birdie. I scraped myself off the floor and tried to start breathing again. “Hamilton, I have no words for you.”
“Good, I like you speechless. Now let me go work so I can get to you faster,” he teased and hung up.
Christ on a crutch…
***
I arrived at the club early and waited for my friends. Sitting at the bar, I nursed a hot tea, trying to get my mind off Jack's words. I was getting warm for his form just thinking about him, and I found myself wishing that the night were over so we could be together.
Girl, you got it bad.
Yes, but I was hoping to get it good. As I was sitting there, I felt a pair of hands on my waist and I smiled. I turned around and was not expecting what I saw.
“Bitch, this redhead has been identified!” It was Nick, and he was holding a copy of the TMZ picture from the beach. He was not pleased. “Tell me you are not fucking him. Please, God, tell me you haven't hit this.”
“Why would you assume that just by looking at this picture? Maybe we were just sharing some shrimp, a harmless lunch?” I protested, innocently.
“So, you haven't slept with him? Oh, thank you, Lord. I was going to smash my head through a plate glass window if you stole my British dreamboat before he knew he was secretly gay. I needed some more time to convince him.” He laughed, relaxing his posture.
“No, Nick, I haven't slept
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