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like the most important woman in the world, because to him, she was.
    She was unassuming. She could hold her own against him, she wasn’t intimidated by him. He liked her sharp tongue and quick wit. He liked that she was quieter than he was, that she was a thinker before being a doer. He liked that the one impulsive, or seemingly impulsive, thing she’d done recently was ask him to have sex with her.
    His calls concluded and his smile permanently in place, he set the phone to vibrate and went back inside the room. He left the door cracked with the locking bar facing out in case he didn’t hear the knock he was expecting.
    The soft snuffling noise from the bed drew his attention. Liz was snoring. Every so often her breath would catch before being released in a huff of air. Johnny took a seat in the overstuffed chair in the corner after trailing his fingers over Liz’s hair. He picked up the pad of paper he always kept with his computer. If he worked as she slept, he might be able to gain a little extra time with her.
    He hated to turn around and leave in the morning. Waking her up seemed the thing to do so they could play as much as possible; after all, this was her gig. That idea made him laugh. Who the hell was he kidding? He wanted this as much as she did. She just happened to be the one who got it out first. He was actually glad she did, glad she was able to ask him for this before he could ask her. He’d picked women up, asked women out, made the first move many times and never had qualms or concerns. But Liz? He was always unsure of how she would react, if she would freak out, if she would say no out of fear, if she would say yes out of fantasy. He had been seeing her as a man, as Johnny, as just simply another person. Today he showed up as the rock star, the fantasy so many woman saw. It was important Liz see both sides of him. She needed to interact with him as both men because he didn’t intend to let her go. He had her sleeping in what was, for the moment, his bed. She was naked, wet, sated and his thought process in saying yes to her was that he would keep her this way, keep her for himself.
    But going back to L.A. so soon sucked. His internal clock would be pitching a fit by the time he landed in California and it would take several days for it to catch up. He had hoped for more time with her on this trip, but if he had his way, he’d have all the time in the world with her after tomorrow. His plans were in place, he just had to talk to her, just had to let her know and he had to brace himself for her argument and objections.
    It was a little odd to think of himself bracing for her. He was over six foot tall, had people falling all over themselves to be and do whatever he wanted, and he was bracing himself for a confrontation with a five foot five, curvy, sexier than hell homebody with an iron will.
    Liz.
    Headphones on, staff paper in hand, his favorite pencil and the melody he’d set down earlier playing in his ears, he got to work on the last of the lyrics he’d started on during his flight. He was co-writing part of an album with a friend for a new group. Whatever happened to bands or a couple of guys who could write their own lyrics and their own music, was beyond him. This was for a crossover band, one moving from bubble gum pop to rock. He wasn’t even sure they’d be able to carry it off, but they were the hottest on the charts and the number of musicians Johnny’s age vying for a chance to work with them, to have their names associated with their band, was longer than he was tall. He personally could have cared less about it, but his friend TJ wanted this gig and the only way the band would take TJ was if Johnny agreed to work on the project as well.
    That the pop kids were in demand determined Johnny’s schedule for the next few months to come and had for the previous few months past.
    He got into a rhythm with his writing, erasing, rewriting, erasing again that he didn’t hear the door knock