care
When
you put your arms around me
I
get a fever that’s so hard to bear…
As the sensual words wove a spell around the audience,
Billie felt transported to another time and place when Sam’s arms were wrapped around
her and her body was flushed with longing. Abandoning all thought of
embarrassment or watching eyes, she channeled every coquettish move, every
sensual look, and every lingering touch that she had seen in movies and on TV.
She felt sexy, desirable, and seductive all at once.
When the song came to a close, she was jarred from her
waking dream by the sound of thunderous applause, whistling, and even some
people banging on the table tops. She could feel the heat rush up into her
cheeks as she murmured, “Thank you so much” into the microphone before hastily
delivering it back to Chester.
When she descended into the audience, people called out to
her by shouting compliments and offers to buy her a drink. She waved and smiled
good-naturedly and eventually made her way back to her table where her friends
were waiting for her on pins and needles.
Jessica, squealing and clapping, pushed through the milling
crowd and grabbed Billie in a huge hug. “Oh, my God! That was so awesome! You
belong on a huge stage in concert. You should have seen the jaws drop on the
men from the next table. You had them drooling!”
Billie laughed delightedly at her friend as they made their
way over to the table. Irene lifted her glass of whisky and soda in salute with
a simple, “Well done, Billie!” and Connie was talking her up to the table full
of soldiers like a well-intentioned mother hen.
Eventually, after about ten minutes, everyone had calmed
down except for Billie. Irene had wandered off to go to the restroom, Jessica
was leaning across the bar to flirt shamelessly with the bartender, and Connie
was now sitting on the lap of one of the soldiers at the neighboring table.
Billie took a long drink of her diet soda to get her breath back and was just
about to check her watch for the time when a low, masculine voice interrupted
her.
“Excuse me, Ms. Hardesty. Would you mind if I have a seat to
speak with you for a few moments?” the voice asked.
Billie looked up, and up, to determine who was speaking to
her. The gentleman had to be well over six foot tall and was dressed impeccably
in a suit with the shirt open at the throat. The outfit looked perfectly
tailored to his muscled frame. He was groomed with attention to detail, but
without the slick polish of a metrosexual man. He exuded a calm confidence that
spoke of ambition, wealth, and power that was hard-earned. He looked to be in
his 30’s and his eyes were molten chocolate brown with hair that was dark
brunette with hints of red undertones. He was classically handsome and reminded
Billie of a darker, more intense Michael Fassbender. He was utterly gorgeous
and Billie was utterly tongue-tied.
“Uh, well, sure. I mean, of course you can sit down,” she
stammered, as he nodded his head in deference before pulling out the chair next
to her. He placed his drink on the table, unbuttoned his suit coat, and took
command of the chair next to her.
Silently, Billie was thinking that if Christian Grey looked
like this man, she wouldn’t mind letting him tie her up and spank her, but she
quickly squashed that thought as he offered his big hand and said, “It’s a
pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hardesty. My name is Daniel Petrosky.”
Billie placed her hand firmly in his and shook his hand in
return. Taking a deep breath for confidence, she replied, “It’s nice to meet
you. Are you the one that requested that song?”
A slow grin appeared on his face showcasing his straight
white teeth and charming dimples in each cheek. Relaxing into his chair, he
cradled his tumbler of amber-colored liquor between his hands and replied,
“Yes, that was me. I had been listening to you sing and watching the way you
interact with people all night, but that final song was more of a
When
you put your arms around me
I
get a fever that’s so hard to bear…
As the sensual words wove a spell around the audience,
Billie felt transported to another time and place when Sam’s arms were wrapped around
her and her body was flushed with longing. Abandoning all thought of
embarrassment or watching eyes, she channeled every coquettish move, every
sensual look, and every lingering touch that she had seen in movies and on TV.
She felt sexy, desirable, and seductive all at once.
When the song came to a close, she was jarred from her
waking dream by the sound of thunderous applause, whistling, and even some
people banging on the table tops. She could feel the heat rush up into her
cheeks as she murmured, “Thank you so much” into the microphone before hastily
delivering it back to Chester.
When she descended into the audience, people called out to
her by shouting compliments and offers to buy her a drink. She waved and smiled
good-naturedly and eventually made her way back to her table where her friends
were waiting for her on pins and needles.
Jessica, squealing and clapping, pushed through the milling
crowd and grabbed Billie in a huge hug. “Oh, my God! That was so awesome! You
belong on a huge stage in concert. You should have seen the jaws drop on the
men from the next table. You had them drooling!”
Billie laughed delightedly at her friend as they made their
way over to the table. Irene lifted her glass of whisky and soda in salute with
a simple, “Well done, Billie!” and Connie was talking her up to the table full
of soldiers like a well-intentioned mother hen.
Eventually, after about ten minutes, everyone had calmed
down except for Billie. Irene had wandered off to go to the restroom, Jessica
was leaning across the bar to flirt shamelessly with the bartender, and Connie
was now sitting on the lap of one of the soldiers at the neighboring table.
Billie took a long drink of her diet soda to get her breath back and was just
about to check her watch for the time when a low, masculine voice interrupted
her.
“Excuse me, Ms. Hardesty. Would you mind if I have a seat to
speak with you for a few moments?” the voice asked.
Billie looked up, and up, to determine who was speaking to
her. The gentleman had to be well over six foot tall and was dressed impeccably
in a suit with the shirt open at the throat. The outfit looked perfectly
tailored to his muscled frame. He was groomed with attention to detail, but
without the slick polish of a metrosexual man. He exuded a calm confidence that
spoke of ambition, wealth, and power that was hard-earned. He looked to be in
his 30’s and his eyes were molten chocolate brown with hair that was dark
brunette with hints of red undertones. He was classically handsome and reminded
Billie of a darker, more intense Michael Fassbender. He was utterly gorgeous
and Billie was utterly tongue-tied.
“Uh, well, sure. I mean, of course you can sit down,” she
stammered, as he nodded his head in deference before pulling out the chair next
to her. He placed his drink on the table, unbuttoned his suit coat, and took
command of the chair next to her.
Silently, Billie was thinking that if Christian Grey looked
like this man, she wouldn’t mind letting him tie her up and spank her, but she
quickly squashed that thought as he offered his big hand and said, “It’s a
pleasure to meet you, Ms. Hardesty. My name is Daniel Petrosky.”
Billie placed her hand firmly in his and shook his hand in
return. Taking a deep breath for confidence, she replied, “It’s nice to meet
you. Are you the one that requested that song?”
A slow grin appeared on his face showcasing his straight
white teeth and charming dimples in each cheek. Relaxing into his chair, he
cradled his tumbler of amber-colored liquor between his hands and replied,
“Yes, that was me. I had been listening to you sing and watching the way you
interact with people all night, but that final song was more of a
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