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Hudson
It’s flabbergasting to me that even after that performance, I can see doubt in Charlotte’s eyes. Her voice is as beautiful as the lyrics she wrote, and I’m damned determined to prove it to her. Tonight, she’s mine, not just in my bed but for another lesson. I make a million calls around town to set it all up, and since we’re keeping it from everyone, I make excuses not to hang out with the boys. They act offended at first but it’s all an act; they each have different plans for the evening. Bandit has a hookup waiting for him at her house, and Nick met an old man at a bar that wants music lessons and just for shits he volunteered, cause that’s just Nick. Bryon is planning to hit the club again, and although he said he wanted a wingman, he also joked that he didn’t need me to get him arrested again. He’s so funny, that fucker.
I rush out and buy everything I need, sending Charlotte a text that I’ll be meeting her at her flat shortly. Finally, all the shopping done, I make one more call for a car. A Lamborghini Aventador SVJ Roadster in stunning white is waiting for me at the dealership. My wannabe rock star paychecks are coming in handy tonight. Pulling up in the Uber, my jaw is on the floor. The car is beyond my wildest dreams, and I’m still staring as the salesman shakes my hand. I do all the paperwork and give him a copy of my driver’s license—don’t worry, it’s American, out of California as a matter of fact.
Sliding into the pristine leather seat I make myself comfortable, wave goodbye, and speed out of the sales lot. In a matter of seconds, the speedometer is reading over one hundred, so I slow down. I really should have grabbed a fuzzbuster somewhere.
Soon I’m rolling up to the studio and decide to park in the parking garage down the road. First for safety and second so no one decides to crash our night.
I grab all my shopping bags and head over to Charlotte’s, finding her door unlocked like I so often leave mine. I head inside.
“Honey, I’m home!”
I hear a slight scream of surprise from her bathroom and a bang against the wall. I snicker to myself and walk back to her room. I arrange all the things I bought for her just right and sit patiently, waiting for her to come out. When she does, it’s a beautiful sight. She’s done her makeup tonight, and her hair is up with only a few curls down around her face and neck.
“So, you’re just letting yourself into my home now?”
“The door was open, love.” I can’t help my wandering eyes, and I’m reminded of the other morning when we were interrupted. She must be reading my thoughts because I watch her mouth curve.
“Is that so? And what if my door was locked?”
“I would be missing out on this amazing view.”
“Oh, this one?” She drops the towel and I slide off the bed to my knees, a weak man at the sight of her glorious naked form.
“Yes,” I confess, a bit breathless.
“Mmmm. Whatever will we do about it?” She taps her chin but walks closer to me, putting me face to face with her belly button, and I decide to tease back. Charlotte stands before me in offering, and I merely graze my lips along her sexy, toned stomach. Her fingers run through my hair in encouragement, and my hands run up her legs slowly. I drag my mouth to her hip and bite down. She jerks back a bit and yelps, but it wasn’t hard, just enough pressure to make an imprint. My mark on her for as long as I can have her.
She is giggling and must finally notice everything spread out on the bed because she stops abruptly with a small gasp.
“What is all this?”
“This is all for you. Tonight is lesson four by my count, and before you ask, I’m counting our sex-capades in the studio as three. I think we both learned something that night.”
I stare up at her as she blushes down at me, holding her cheeks and everything. Fuck, this woman is so many things wrapped in one perfect package.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I asked, confused; my tongue hasn’t even reached out to her yet.
“For your lessons. I feel like they’re helping me change.” She looks so vulnerable I stand and take her cheeks, hoping she’ll really listen to me.
“There is nothing about you that needs to change, Charlotte. You just need to realize that, and you’ll always be the shining siren I know you are.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t say stuff like that,” she whispers and moves out of my hands, over to investigate the gifts. I wonder for a moment if she hates me saying that because she feels too strongly for me or if it’s because she’s being shy. I watch her pick up the black dress and slide into it. Her hips swaying in slow motion as she gives me a show. On purpose or not, I’m loving every minute of it.
“Would you mind zipping me up?” She’s smiling, but I know what I said affected her.
“Of course.” I come up close behind her, enough to smell her exotic floral scent and slowly drag my fingers on the inside of the dress just to feel her, hoping she’s not putting up a wall against me tonight.
She looks over her shoulder at me, and a shy smile graces her face.
“You picked lace? I love it. Thank you.”
“You look beautiful, Charlotte.”
“What’s that?” Pointing to the short black wig on the bed, I grab it without answering. I pull the netting off and brush it out a bit. This earns me a big smile, and she pulls up the loose curls into the bun, then I slip it on.
“Tonight, we’re different people. Anyone we want to be, and we can be as wild and crazy as we please.”
“Different people?” She looks at me with all the irony I deserve after that little speech, but this is the perfect distraction.
“Officially.” I pull out my wallet and give her the fake ID I bought her and show her mine. Although my last name really is Smith, my name for the night is Ryker. Thought it sounded very rock and roll.
“Scarlett Siren. I think this name belongs to a stripper. You got robbed.” She laughs but has no idea what I have planned for her tonight. Trying to hide my smile, I grab the shoebox and pull out the matching black heels. I kneel down in front of her again, and she uses my shoulder to slip them on. Fuck, I love her legs; I can’t help but give them a few kisses, but I make my way up her clothed body with them, all the way to her mouth.
“As much as I want to ravish you, we have plans for a bit, love.”
“Then later, I will have my way with you,” she says, then captures my lower lip in her teeth, marking me as I did her.
