The song of Solomon

5.

The next day she finished her work quickly and rush back home to practice. Again and again. Serenade was her main theme. She loved that song. She loved that sound and all the memories it carries. By six she was outside the studio and rushed upstairs. From her shining eyes Alfie could understand that she came in a good mood but she was only excited about her achievement. "Good afternoon." She smiled.

"Hello," Alfie nodded. "Ya smilin'. That's new," he commented and gestured her to sit down in front of the piano, putting on mute his phone.

"Why it's new?" She asked taking her seat. "I think I've smiled before." She scoffed. "So what we're doing today?"

"This," he sat on chair and showed her sheet with small menuet. "It's for a beginners, it's mostly to learn different kinds of rhythms on bith hands," he explained. "It goes like this," he said and showed her the way she should play it. "Now ya start with each hand separatedly, then try to combine both," he said and once she put hands on keyboard, he patted her wrists. "Forgot 'bout that fuckin' stick, yeh."

"You can't understand that my hands are smaller than yours." She protests. From last night her bend wrists helped her more. Alfie has big hands and holding them straight served him better. "Let me show you." She tried few keys to demonstrate it and the sound came clean and more steady. "See?"

"Now that's a bullshit, luv. Ya too stiff," he sat next to her and took her both forearms and shook with them. It was like her limbs were made from wood. "Relax, nothin' is happening." He put her hands on a piano. "Ya'd ruin ya carpals.. Ya hands, wrists, forearms have to be a level. Look at videos of women playin', it's not 'bout how big hands are, but technique. If ya can' t do basic properly, ya will be awful at it all. This, ya hand posture is non fuckin' negotiable, ya hear me?"

Sophie shut her eyes for a moment and let out a deep breath before she turn her face on the side. Looking deep into his earthly green eyes. "Yes,sir." She said quietly unblinked.

"Yes, sir?" He repeated almost amused. "Fuckin' 'ell," he shook his head and put her hands on keyboard. "Play, bunny."

"Since when I'm called bunny?" She asked holding her hands on the keys. Her eyes unmoved from his face,from his eyes.

"Since the moment this ugly littl' shit is starin' at me from such closeness," he peeked at the small bunny on her arm, then back into her eyes. "Listen, luv, if ya keep lookin' at me like that, we end up fuckin' like rabbits again, so either start playin' or start strippin'."

"Looking at you like what?" She asked smoothly. Despite her catching breath she enjoyed to hear that she somehow although he didn't show a sign she was effecting him in such way to make these thoughts.

"Like ya already had me cock inside ya," he answered simply as he could.

"You can't be more of an ass can you?" She bites her lips smiling shakes her head.

"It's actually very freeing to speak exactly, what ya have in mind. Ya should try it sometimes," he shrugged with smug smirk.

"If i speak that way then we'll probably end up.. like you said and I don't want that." She swallowed hard and turn on her front. "Not only that at least."

He was staring at her taken aback and in disbelief. "What would ya want then?"

"Something that you don't.." she said calmly and started to play few tunes keeping her eyes on her hands as they swayed above the keys. "Something more. I can find sex anywhere but I don't want just that from you. And if something isn't mutual then it will probably be problematic soon."

"Good luck findin' it then," he said calmly and fixed her wrists again. "A bit in a rhythm, yeh? Here ya went completely out of rhythm," he showed on sheet.