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Chapter Six
Micah
It was nine a.m. Saturday morning. I’d never spent so long standing in front of the mirror before. My usual routine consisted of a brush through my hair, a little mascara, and I was ready. But I wanted to impress him. I wanted him to look at me the same way he had the night before.
You’re playing with fire, Micah.
I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help it. He had to be twenty-five now. He was at least seven years older than me, and way more experienced—not to mention the fact that he was my manager—but I was so damn attracted to him it was ridiculous.
Finally settling on a pair of skinny jeans, my boots, and a green sweater, I cinched a belt around my waist and grabbed my bag. Outside, I climbed into my car and plugged his address into my GPS.
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When I pulled up outside his house and turned off the ignition, my heart was racing as I looked around. Was I the first one there? A shiver ran down my spine as I grabbed my bag and got out of the car.
Taking a deep breath, I headed up the cobblestoned path that led to the front door. Honestly, the house was nice, but I’d been expecting something much flashier. It was a nice house on a nice street, but that was it.
It didn’t exactly scream ‘ex bad boy of rock.’
I reached the front door, feeling sick. Why am I doing this again?
The door flew open before I could even knock. Sax stood there looking damn sexy in a pair of jeans and a faded black Beatles tee shirt. His face lit up as he served me one of his signature sexy smiles.
“Micah. Hey. I didn’t hear the doorbell ring.”
“Because I didn’t have time to ring it,” I said with a grin.
He chuckled and I relaxed a little.
“Come in,” he said, waving his hand.
I followed him down the hallway and into the kitchen.
“I was just heading out to get some drinks, but I’ll have one of the guys pick some up,” he murmured. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone, tapping out a message. So I am the first one here . . . the only one here. I glanced at my watch. I wasn’t exactly early.
“The guys aren’t great at being on time,” he explained, reading my mind. His blue eyes twinkled, making my heart race. “If you head out back you’ll see the studio on your left.”
“Great,” I said. I smiled awkwardly, not sure if he was coming with me or staying inside to wait for the guys. When he didn’t move, I wandered through the living room alone.
I glanced around. His décor of soft gray and neutral tones worked really well in the large, open space. His furniture was modern and classy, and there wasn’t much out of place.
This is not how I expected Saxon Waite to live.
Opening the sliding door, I squeezed through it and onto the back deck. Out of nowhere, a huge black and gray dog came bounding up to me, literally knocking me off my feet. I landed squarely on my backside and laughed as he stood over me, tail wagging, licking excitedly at my face.
“Broosky, no. Down buddy.” Saxon stood over me, reaching out to me while he tried to restrain Broosky with his other hand.
I laughed and got to my feet. “You’re a friendly one, aren’t you?” I cooed, tickling the dog behind the ears. He danced around the deck with such excitement I couldn’t help but smile.
“He’s still getting used to how he should behave around people, aren’t you buddy? Though I’ve never seen him this excited,” Saxon added, his lips twitching.
“What can I say? Oversized, scruffy dogs can’t resist me,” I teased, putting my hand out as Broosky came rushing in for another pat.
“I bet,” he murmured. He crouched down and put his arm around the dog. “I’ll hold onto him while you go through the gate,” he said.
“Thanks,” I smiled. I slipped through the gate and walked down the steps that led into his yard.
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