afterglow of a good, hard fuck.
"Jesus, Clay," Mike groaned, "you didn't screw her, did you?"
How the hell did he figure that out?
"How'd you guess?" I asked, genuinely surprised. I felt no shame in it. How could anyone feel shame after making love to an ebony goddess like Alicia? No, the only shame I felt was that I'd ever slept with lesser women. They didn't deserve me, not like she did. Hell, with Alicia the real question was – did I deserve her?
"Oh, I dunno," he shot back, "maybe that wide, shit-eating smile on your face? Maybe the fact this whole booth smells of sex? Where is she?"
"Aw, Mike, don't be like that. I thought you'd be proud of me? When have I ever slept with a girl like that? She's a classy lady, Mike. She'll be good for me."
"I wanted her to be good for your career, not your cock, Clay," Mike sighed.
"Why not both?" I asked, perfectly reasonably. Mike just rubbed the bridge of his nose with pinched forefingers and groaned.
"Jesus, Clay, you're unbelievable – you know that?"
"I know." I smiled. "Thanks. Did you get it done, then? The deal."
"Oh yeah, Clay," Mike said sarcastically, "while you were here working hard , I was out there getting the contract all fixed up."
I ignored his irritation. As far as I was concerned, the past was in the past. "Great job, buddy."
Alicia stepped back into the recording booth, mouth open like she was about to say something to me, and immediately flushed, her dark, chocolate skin glowing red with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry – I didn't mean to interrupt," she said, stuttering over her words.
For a second, I thought Mike was going to twist the knife, but luckily he was too gentlemanly for that.
"Miss Hudson," he smiled through gritted teeth, "I thought you might like to know I've managed to get those contracts all typed up and okayed with the label."
Forgetting her embarrassment, Alicia flushed again, but this time with excitement. I wanted to hug her, to hold her, and to celebrate with her – but even I knew that this wasn't my moment.
"Can we, uh, sign them?" she asked haltingly, almost like a child asking for permission.
"As long as you're not too tired ," Mike said, unable to resist taking a little jab at my expense. "You must have had a long day."
"Mike…" I warned.
Luckily, Alicia seemed to miss his sarcasm. "If you don't mind?" she asked.
"Of course not."
Mike laid out the contracts, and Alicia had a pen in her hand and the contract signed within what seemed like seconds.
"Clay?" Mike asked inquiringly, proffering me a pen.
I looked at Alicia up and down, drinking in her curves, her beautiful glowing skin, and it made my mind up for me. I was happy to give her the thirty percent – hell, if she asked, I'd give her all of it just to spend time with her. I wanted this girl like I'd never wanted anything before in my life.
And I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
"Clay? You there?" Mike asked, startling me out of my daydream.
Alicia was looking anxious, like she was worried I was having second thoughts, and I gave her a warm smile to allay those fears. "Oh, sorry – I must have drifted off. Here, toss me the pen."
Mike threw, I caught, and the contract got signed.
"Champagne?" I asked, smiling, and even Mike cracked a little grin. Alicia was giggling, like she'd just won the lottery, and in a way, I guess she had.
"Champagne?" she repeated. "I've never had it. Is it good?"
"It's expensive," I grinned, "and that's all that really matters. Mike," I said, turning to my manager, "how the hell do we get some champagne in here?"
"On it," he said, walking into the office next door to find a phone. I knew he would. The man like to drink as much as I did – he just dressed smarter and spoke fancier.
Then it was just Alicia and me standing there, alone, in the room where we'd just fucked. I could still smell it on the air, a musky scent. It smelled of her, and it made me want to bend her over again. I could tell she knew what I was
"Jesus, Clay," Mike groaned, "you didn't screw her, did you?"
How the hell did he figure that out?
"How'd you guess?" I asked, genuinely surprised. I felt no shame in it. How could anyone feel shame after making love to an ebony goddess like Alicia? No, the only shame I felt was that I'd ever slept with lesser women. They didn't deserve me, not like she did. Hell, with Alicia the real question was – did I deserve her?
"Oh, I dunno," he shot back, "maybe that wide, shit-eating smile on your face? Maybe the fact this whole booth smells of sex? Where is she?"
"Aw, Mike, don't be like that. I thought you'd be proud of me? When have I ever slept with a girl like that? She's a classy lady, Mike. She'll be good for me."
"I wanted her to be good for your career, not your cock, Clay," Mike sighed.
"Why not both?" I asked, perfectly reasonably. Mike just rubbed the bridge of his nose with pinched forefingers and groaned.
"Jesus, Clay, you're unbelievable – you know that?"
"I know." I smiled. "Thanks. Did you get it done, then? The deal."
"Oh yeah, Clay," Mike said sarcastically, "while you were here working hard , I was out there getting the contract all fixed up."
I ignored his irritation. As far as I was concerned, the past was in the past. "Great job, buddy."
Alicia stepped back into the recording booth, mouth open like she was about to say something to me, and immediately flushed, her dark, chocolate skin glowing red with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry – I didn't mean to interrupt," she said, stuttering over her words.
For a second, I thought Mike was going to twist the knife, but luckily he was too gentlemanly for that.
"Miss Hudson," he smiled through gritted teeth, "I thought you might like to know I've managed to get those contracts all typed up and okayed with the label."
Forgetting her embarrassment, Alicia flushed again, but this time with excitement. I wanted to hug her, to hold her, and to celebrate with her – but even I knew that this wasn't my moment.
"Can we, uh, sign them?" she asked haltingly, almost like a child asking for permission.
"As long as you're not too tired ," Mike said, unable to resist taking a little jab at my expense. "You must have had a long day."
"Mike…" I warned.
Luckily, Alicia seemed to miss his sarcasm. "If you don't mind?" she asked.
"Of course not."
Mike laid out the contracts, and Alicia had a pen in her hand and the contract signed within what seemed like seconds.
"Clay?" Mike asked inquiringly, proffering me a pen.
I looked at Alicia up and down, drinking in her curves, her beautiful glowing skin, and it made my mind up for me. I was happy to give her the thirty percent – hell, if she asked, I'd give her all of it just to spend time with her. I wanted this girl like I'd never wanted anything before in my life.
And I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
"Clay? You there?" Mike asked, startling me out of my daydream.
Alicia was looking anxious, like she was worried I was having second thoughts, and I gave her a warm smile to allay those fears. "Oh, sorry – I must have drifted off. Here, toss me the pen."
Mike threw, I caught, and the contract got signed.
"Champagne?" I asked, smiling, and even Mike cracked a little grin. Alicia was giggling, like she'd just won the lottery, and in a way, I guess she had.
"Champagne?" she repeated. "I've never had it. Is it good?"
"It's expensive," I grinned, "and that's all that really matters. Mike," I said, turning to my manager, "how the hell do we get some champagne in here?"
"On it," he said, walking into the office next door to find a phone. I knew he would. The man like to drink as much as I did – he just dressed smarter and spoke fancier.
Then it was just Alicia and me standing there, alone, in the room where we'd just fucked. I could still smell it on the air, a musky scent. It smelled of her, and it made me want to bend her over again. I could tell she knew what I was
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