Page 15 of I Love Rock n Wine

“Okay, break is over. Let’s try this again. You,” Jameson hollered, waving at me. “I want you to dance this way, we’ll see if this works any better.”

“Sure,” I mumbled, putting my water down and walking over.

The dance he had in mind was seductive, smooth, sweet in a regard. The song talked about looking into his lover’s eyes; Spanish eyes, at that. The idea was to be wrapped around him, moving on him, over him, becoming one as he sang into the mic while still staring into the dancer’s eyes.

It wasn’t something hard by any means. It was just a movement with the body to entice the crowd, to make it feel magical and erotic. Yet, his connection with Charlene, who should be taking the lead for this number was pulling through, and the number looked far too awkward for the basis of the song.

He cued the music, still with no words, and I walked over, gazing into his eyes, swishing the imaginary dress I had. At this moment though, it wasn’t Jameson I was seeing; it was all Heath. I moved around his back, wrapping my arms around hisneck, trying my damn best to ignore the zing from our bodies touching.

He shuddered for a moment, his right hand grabbing the mic. I swallowed as I stared at it, images flashing before my eyes of that hand wrapped around my neck and then buried in my pussy and I stumbled.

“Stop,” he yelled, gently pushing me away. “Been walking long? Fuck.And you’re going to be in heels?”He shook his head, making the signal to start over and I walked back to the other side of the stage.

“He’s extra harsh today,” Charlene mumbled, and I couldn’t agree more.

With another cue, the music started again, and I started the dance again, feeling my heart pounding along with the beat.

Heath had told me that he was working on new music. That the ideas wouldn’t stop, and he hadn’t been this excited to put an album together since he first started. He thanked me for it but I told him I didn’t need the accolade.But, feeling the vibe, the connection with him that I know he didn’t understand right now, I couldn’t help but wonder if this song was written for me. And that had my heart pounding faster than ever.

Chapter 10

~ Heath ~

“Dude, that’s a sick fucking beat,” Kev said, taking the chair out from the soundboard.

I nodded my head in agreement with him. It was.And the idea for the deep drum beat, along with the bass guitar, hit me late at night.

“That bass just hits you the right way.”

“It does.What’s the song about again?” he asked.

“About telling your ex that they fucked up and now you don’t want them back. Last night, when Tiff was over and we were fooling around on the couch, I got a notification that my ex decided to try and get onto my property. Security stopped her and told her she wasn’t allowed here anymore. But it killed themood with Tiff. So, we just watched a movie and before she could crash on her way home due to being tired, she left.

“Well, I couldn’t sleep, and I just kept thinking about all the exes that linger around and are clingers that you want to tell off. And what better way to slap home that comment than with some deep, dark, mean sounds to smack you around?”

“I think you got a hit with this one. It’s dark, edgy, deep, and yet fun.” Kev leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, giving me a pointed look.

“What?”I stopped the music and turned to face him.

“When?”

“When what, dude?”

“When do I get to meet her? I’ve been your friend for how fucking long and have yet to meet this woman that seems to be bringing your groove back,” he said, waving his hand at the soundboard.

Guess that one was true. I could attribute my newfound drive with these lyrics and beats to her. I mean, I did call her my muse. Maybe it was time to have an official meeting between them. Wasn’t sure I was ready to introduce her to all my friends, but Kev wasn’t like the others.

“We can meet up for dinner-“

“Now,” he told me, cutting me off.

“What?”

“Invite her now. She knows where you live, we don’t have plans. We can make something or order something. I want to meet her now.”

I pulled out my phone, glaring at him. If he had been anyone else, I would have told him to fuck off, that I didn’t need that bullshit or demanding tone. But this was my ride or die for life, so, no, I wouldn’t tell him. But the nasty looks were a whole other thing. I sent her a text, grinning as she replied that she would love to come over and was on her way.

“You’re fucking grinning.”

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