Page 28 of Snapdragon

For some reason, I find that I really don’t like that they could just call the whole thing off.

Chapter 15

“How do you want to start?” I ask, setting my bag down on the sofa in the back of Studio 1. “We could lay down what we came up with yesterday, to start?”

Sebastian looks a little confused, staring at all the knobs and dials on the mixing board. Ah, so he’s not super technical then.

I giggle at him as I switch on the computer.

“This is a good place to start,” I whisper.

“Do you know how to do all this?” He asks me, a surprised note in his voice.

“Enough to get us through decently, as long as you’re not expecting it to be some avant garde techno piece. I took a few music tech classes in college.”

He huffs, and I maybe think he’s impressed?

I sit down at one of the producer’s chairs, plugging in a flash drive to the computer and setting up a new project on the software.

“Can you hop in the sound booth so I can check all the hook ups?” I ask Sebastian, taking charge of the studio.

He follows my orders so nicely, going through each step I ask before joining me at the desk again.

“I think there’s a cable disconnected under the desk.” I move to climb under, but Sebastian stops me.

“Don’t worry, I can do it.” He crawls under before I can stop him. “What am I looking for, boss?”

I laugh at the sight of this massive Monster male crawling under a desk and calling me boss.

“OK, I’ll bite. There’s a MIDI connector that needs to go into a port labeled 2A. You got that?”

“I’ve found the port.” He grunts, shifting around a bit, “If I was a MIDI cable, what exactly would I look like?”

Oh my God, the male is useless… I crawl under the desk to do it for him.

“Here!” I exclaim, finding the MIDI cable easily. “Just plug that into the port for me, please.”

I only ask him because he’s closer. But I stay to watch him, making sure that he doesn’t fuck it up somehow. Once it’s all connected, he moves to get up, scooching back a bit and moving to stand.

A loud crack sounds, and I realize too late that it’s his head hitting the table. I instantly move to make sure he’s OK. I shift closer as he sits back on his ass. I push his hand out of the way and lean forward, examining where he hit.

“Well, you didn’t break skin, at least.” I tell him, gently brushing the reddening spot with my thumb. “You’re really not good at the whole producing stuff, huh?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. I grip his chin, stopping him.

“Hey, no moving for a sec. Let’s make sure you’re OK first.”

I run through a few concussion tests before I make the assessment that he’s alright. It’s one very useful skill that I picked up from dance.

I hold his face gently, and I can’t help but laugh at the situation. He starts to laugh with me, and before I know it we’re both tearing up with laughter.

My eyes lock with his and all of a sudden, I’m not laughing anymore. My breathing hitches, my hands still on his face. His face, that’s so close to mine. I trace my finger over the scales on his cheekbone. It’s even more interesting than I remember.

Sebastian reaches behind me, stroking the hair down my back gently. I shift even closer still, our breath mixing now. I could lean that extra inch or two forward, I could do it. His hand fists in my hair, his grip tightening slightly. I look at his eyes, but they’re focused on my lips as he leans forward.

I turn my head quickly, pushing away and standing up. I try to hide my heaving breaths as I brush my jeans off.

“God, it’s really dusty under there.” I pick off a piece of lint from my t-shirt. “You’d think it wouldn’t have gotten like that so quickly. It’s only been like a few weeks since they built the damn place.”