Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story
- Автор: Lister Ann
- Серия: Sheet Music #1
- Год: 2011
- Язык: голландский
- Год: Lulu.com
- ISBN: 9781105173578
- Жанр: Прочая древняя литература
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“Yeah, sure.”
“Then I’m buying you a dress to wear. If you don’t mind, I’d like to introduce you to everyone tonight. Would that be okay?”
“Sure, that would be fine,” she shrugged, slipping out of bed and making her way toward the bathroom.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
Annie spun around with hands on hips. “Michael, take a look at this room! There is enough of your DNA spread around here and all over me for scientists to clone six of you. I think I’m in desperate need of a shower.”
He came up behind her and grabbed her around her waist. “I specifically remember a certain someone begging me not to hold back on her last night. I was just following orders,” he smiled against her neck and biting her earlobe.
“Oh, so now I was begging for it,” she laughed.
“Yeah, something like that.”
Annie stepped beneath the warm shower spray and Michael quickly slid in behind her. Reaching for a bar of soap and a wash cloth, he began to bathe her, slow and seductively. Within minutes, he had her chest pressed against the tiled wall.
“Oh no, Michael, not in the shower,” she sighed, in mock disgust, as she felt him penetrate her again.
An hour later they were almost ready to leave. Annie was still munching on the fresh fruit platter that room service had delivered while they were still in the shower.
“I’m going next door to talk with Brian,” Michael called from the doorway. “I need to double check the time we need to meet at the FleetCenter tonight.”
“Go ahead,” she replied. “I’ll be there in a minute. I want to call my friend first and let her know what I’m doing.”
Michael tapped on the open door to Brian’s suite and walked in before hearing a reply. Brian and the other three band members sat around large round breakfast table that room service had delivered.
“Did someone call a band meeting and forget to tell me about it?” Michael asked.
“Well, well, well. Here’s the moody bastard now,” Brian taunted, giving his friend a quick once-over glance.
“Do I detect a hint of a smile on your ugly mug?” John the drummer teased.
“Yeah, and the sweet scent of pussy,” remarked the bass player.
“I hope that means Annie stayed last night?” Brian added, taking a gulp of his black coffee.
“As a matter of fact, she did,” Michael answered with a smug nonchalant smile.
“All right!” all four men cheered and clapped hands as if at a rowdy football game. “Does this mean you'll actually play that guitar tonight instead of beating on it for two hours?”
“Yeah, well, at least I know how to play mine,” Michael laughed. “Listen, I stopped in to see what time we need to be at the FleetCenter tonight,” he asked, ignoring their continued line of questioning.
“Management expects to see us there around six o’clock. Why? Are you and Annie taking off?” Brian asked, shoveling more food into his face.
“I’m taking her shopping for a dress to wear tonight.”
“Oooh! It must be love,” Brian sneered, while the others continued to snicker and chuckle in the background.
When the laughter died down, Brian got serious. “Take her to my sister-in-law’s shop on Newbury Street. Barbara shops there all the time. For the money she spends there, I should own the God-damned place!”
“Okay, I’ll do that,” Michael agreed. “Also, I want to do the new song tonight with the orchestra playing back-up. I think we’re ready to debut it, and tonight would be the perfect time with all the ‘suits’ in attendance to hear it.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Brian blurted. “Where do you think we’re going to come up with an orchestra last minute?”
“We’re in Boston, for Christ sakes! This city is swimming with musicians. I’ll have it arranged by show time. You guys just be ready. We’ll play it for our last encore. Okay?”
Michael stared at his band mates as they continued to fill their faces, ignoring his request. “I wrote the song for Annie,” he said, his voice genuine and sincere. “I’d really like her to hear it tonight.”
It was as if he was invisible to them. Agitated, he shifted his weight and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Sometimes he hated the politics in the band. But mostly, he hated to grovel.
“It would mean a lot to me,” he pleaded.
Brian’s eyes locked with Michael’s and he smiled. “Well, since you put it that way, we’ll do it. You guys got a problem with that?”
Everyone nodded in agreement, without raising their heads from their breakfast plates.
“Great,” Michael answered. “I’ll call Andy and have him make the necessary arrangements.”
“Michael?” Annie’s soft voice called from the hallway.
“I’m in here, babe.”
As Annie walked in, the conversation stopped. Nervously, she walked directly to Michael’s side. In a protective gesture, he extended an arm and pulled her against his body.
“You guys all remember Annie, don’t you?” Michael asked.
“Yes, good morning or is it afternoon?” John joked, while the others waved.
“My, my, don’t we look ravaged - I mean ravishing this morning,” Brian chuckled like an adolescent school boy. “Would you like to join us for breakfast or have you already been eating this morning?” Again the room broke into an outburst of lewd laughter.
“All right, we’re out of here,” Michael replied, trying to hide the smile on his face.
“Hey, lover boy,” Brian called after Michael, a long piece of bacon dangling suggestively from his mouth.
Michael turned around to face his band mates. “What?”
“Don’t even think of blowing off the party tonight or I’ll personally hunt you down like a dog. The limo is picking us up here at quarter of six. It would be nice if we could all head over together as a band. Know what I’m saying?”
“I hear you,” Michael replied.
Annie was in the bathroom applying the finishing touches to her make-up when Michael answered the knock on their penthouse door. She figured it was probably Brian or one of the other band members and ignored the interruption. When her job was completed, she studied her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed from their afternoon lovemaking and warm to the touch, the thoughts of which, made her knees weak. Being with Michael felt so right, she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Nor did she want to. She was so helplessly in love with him, it made her positively glow.
Michael waited on the edge of the bed for Annie to come out of the bathroom, a jewelry box the jeweler had personally delivered to the room was resting in his hands. When she appeared in the doorway, it took his breath away. He felt his jaw go slack, as he took in her beauty.
The deep plum-colored dress they had bought earlier was tight and short, displaying her long tapered legs, and narrow waist. The neckline was just low enough to give the eye a hint of cleavage, without exposing too much. Charcoal stockings and three-inch heels completed the ensemble. She looked stunning.
“Well, what do you think?” Annie asked nervously, twirling around quickly for him.
A slow deliberate smile crept across his face. “I’m thinking we should stay here at the hotel so I can peel that dress off your body.”
Annie placed her hands on her hips. “Michael,” she sighed. “I didn’t spend the last hour getting into this dress so that you could immediately take it back off!”
“I know. I know. I’m kidding. Besides, it will give me something to look forward to later,” he teased.
She reached out in an effort to playfully slap him and he grabbed her by the wrist. “Come here. I have something for you,” he said, pulling her gently into his lap and handing her the long rectangular jewelry box.