She noticed Jon opening his eyes and massaging the pins and needles from the palm of the hand he’d been laying on.
“Good, you're up.”
“What time is it, anyway?” He tugged on the band of his sweats as he stood.
“A quarter to seven. Sleep good?”
“Yeah. ‘Til I woke up alone. What time do we need to be there again?”
“Eight at the latest, we still need to eat.”
“I’ll just jump in the shower quick and then we can grab something there.”
“Perfect. I could use some grease.”
“You and your grease. Is that what you’re wearing?” She watched his eyes travel down then up her body.
She was not into the latest fashions, except maybe shoes. A well-worn pair of jeans and tee, and she was a happy girl. She could tell by the look on his face that he liked what he saw. She had on a pair of jeans and a tight, white little number the read ‘I heart shoes, booze and boys with tattoos.’ The heart sat nicely over her left breast.
“Got a problem with this outfit? I think it fits who I am perfect.”
“Oh, it fits. In more ways than one.”
“Down, boy.”
“Care to join me in the shower?” He snatched her wrist as she walked by and pulled her close.
“You wish. I’m already dressed and I actually plan on getting out of here tonight.”
“Later, then.”
She gave him a kiss and slapped his ass. “It’s a date.”
He let out a playful snarl as he disappeared into the bathroom, but not before he dropped his sweats.
It took all she had not to follow him into the shower and execute all the naughty thoughts running through her mind, but that would make them late, and they couldn’t be late. What she needed was a distraction - something that would keep her busy.
Ariana walked into the closet grabbing her suitcase and tossing it on the bed.
Might as well pack.
Back and forth from the closet to the bedroom she went, collecting her things and tossed them in her bag. She was not concerned how organized they should be, because she would only unpack again it tomorrow.
The last of her things packed, she moved her suitcase to the couch. The only items not in the suitcase were her clothes for tomorrow, and her personal items, which she would add in the morning.
“Jon, what are you wearing tomorrow?” She shouted over the sound of running water.
“Jeans and my black dress shirt. Why?”
“I’m packing. And tonight?”
“Jeans and a t-shirt.” He turned off the water and stepped out onto the mat.
“Mmmkay.”
She was folding his white shirt from the other night when he emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, sans his boots. As he bent to put on said boots, she couldn’t help but sneak a peek.
Mmm how he could wear a pair of jeans.
“You like?” He asked as he shook his leg to adjust his pants.
“The shirt? You know how much I like red. I’m ready if you are.” She casually picked up her jacket and left the room.
“Right. My shirt.” He followed her to the door. “I caught you staring at my ass.” Jon held the door open for her as they stepped into the hallway and made the familiar walk to the elevator once again.
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Ariana barely had a foot in the door before Cara tackled her. “Where the hell have you’ve been?”
“Whoa! Hello to you too” was her reply as she peeled her friend’s arms from around her neck. “I’m here now.”
“Oh, sorry. Hi.” Cara placed two kisses on each of her cheeks. “Nice shirt.” Cara grabbed Ari’s hand and pulled her over to the bar where she had saved them some stools. “Hey, Jon.”
“Cara.” Jon replied, but his words went unheard as they walked ahead of him.
“Cara, you need to calm down. This is not the first time you’ve seen him perform. Besides, he’s practically family.”
“I know, I know. It’s just been so long since I’ve seen him. And the last time was just,” Cara stopped herself as she felt the color flush her face.
“Cara Francis! Oh no you don’t. You tell me what happened the last time or I will march right over there and ask him myself.” Ariana took two steps towards the stage where Jonas and Corey were busy setting up.
“Stop! Don’t! I’ll tell you.” Cara sat on one stool and Jon followed suit.
Max was busy tending to customers, so Ariana walked behind the bar. “Drinks?” She let her jacket slide off her arms and tucked it neatly below on a shelf.
“Beer.” They both called in unison. Ari poured beers for Cara and Jon and then reached behind her for the square-shaped bottle on the shelf. She filled the highball glass with two cubes and watched as the honey colored liquor spilled over it.
“Starting early, Baby?”
“Worried?” She put their drinks down and placed her hands on the lip of the bar.
“Not at all.” he replied.
“Didn’t think so.” Pointing a finger at her friend she said “Spill it.”
“Okay, so about six months ago I was in my studio working on a sculpture. It had to be about two a.m. when I heard someone knocking on the window. When I look up, it was Jonas, and he was making these silly blowfish faces at me, so I let him in.
“He was pretty wasted. He told me he’d lost his key and couldn't get in to his place, and asked if he could crash ‘til he could get a locksmith there in the morning. Of course, I said yes. It’s not like he was some stranger. Right? I told him I needed to finish what I was doing, but to go upstairs and make himself at home. He did, and I went back to work. A few hours later, when I went upstairs, he was passed out drunk on the couch. Or so I thought.”
Cara’s face lit up.
“This is my cue to introduce myself to some fellow musicians.” Jon reached for his beer and stood.
“Refill?” Ari asked.
“Sure.” He handed her his mug.
“Hey rockstar, you sure you don’t want to stick around? You might pick up some pointers.” Cara winked at him.
“Nah. We’re good in that department.” he shot back. “Back in a few.”
When Jon was out of earshot, Ariana turned to her friend with an inquisitive look in her eye. “Continue.”
Cara leaned in closer to be sure no one else could hear her. “Where was I? Oh yeah. He was passed out on the couch. I grabbed some clothes and went to take a shower. Seeing no reason to lock the door, I stripped down and got in.”
“And?” Ariana questioned.
“Let’s just say, I’m glad I didn’t lock the door.”
“Oh no! You don’t get to stop there. Not after all the times you made me spill the beans.”
“Alright already! So, I’m in the shower minding my business when suddenly I feel his presence behind me.”
“Presence or present?” Ariana laughed.
“Both. Here I was naked, in a shower with a man I’ve known for a very long time. Who, not to mention, is twelve years younger than me. I froze. Then I felt his big firm hands on my shoulders.”
“His touch sent a lightning bolt down to my toes. His lips traced kisses across my back and up to the nape of my neck. Then he whispered, “I’ve been wanting you for too long.” I could hardly breathe, let alone respond but, I managed to mumble, “Yes.” The next thing I know, he had me pinned to the wall, his mouth sucking and biting my breast while his hand roamed every inch of my body.”
“God, Ari, the things that man did to me! The things I did to him! There wasn’t a room in my apartment or studio that we didn’t do it on. When we finally woke up, it was nighttime again. We did the usual chitchat, and I told him I was leaving for an exhibition. We agreed that this could be a mutual arrangement. We have both been so busy that we haven’t seen each other since then. Now can you see why I’ve been acting so crazy?”
“Yeah. Has he been over to say hello at least?”
“Oui.”
“Oh shit. You must be nervous, you’re speaking French! Please just keep your clothes on long enough for him to play.” Ariana smiled back at her friend.
“Shut up! I’ll let him do his little thing first. I just hope we make it back to my place.”
“You better. You are not having sex in my bar.”
“Why not? You do it all the time,” Cara fired back.
“It’s MY bar.” With that, Ariana took her drink and went to say hello.
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