Say You Will Part 1: Destiny Rules

Sometimes She Was Just An Actress

Hollywood Hills
Friday, September 28, 2002
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"Whoever mixes this record, it will be a life-changing experience for them, you know?"

Stevie sat at the control board facing Lindsey, discussing who would be nominated by Fleetwood Mac to mix the album. The argument about whether or not to put out a double album had finally been settled, with Lindsey agreeing to take a bath on a lot of money in royalties, which Stevie completely understood. After Street Angel in 1994, Stevie understood the idea of artistic integrity. Which she didn't understand, however, was how Lindsey could be playing so fast and loose with his money with a wife and two small children - not to mention a massive home renovation - that needed for the album and the tour to be as successful as possible. She still remembered Mick's irresponsible bookkeeping during the Tusk tour, and how he had cried in her lap over disappointing everyone one night after Sara had kicked him out of the house, as angry at him as everyone else was.

"Oh, I'll say." Lindsey was avoiding eye contact with her, staring oddly down at his hands and playing with them.

"It's like, they'll never be the same, so...it's a really big deal...I just wish that we...you know...had more choices."

"Well..." Lindsey was sitting in a swivel chair, and he turned it away from her and awkwardly off to the side. "I guess...It almost seems like we have too many already, in a way...I mean, if this is the process we're going to go through." He fumbled around on a nearby table for a small leather-bound notebook with various small papers stuffed inside.

They had been in heavy discussion for a few days now about which of the two sound mixers - his choice or hers - would be mixing the final cut of the album. Stevie sat in her chair in black pants and a black chiffon blouse that was patterned with different reds and whites, and part of why Lindsey had looked away was because the open-toe high heels she wore showed off her red-painted toenails, and just two nights before, after she had been to have her manicure and pedicure done, Lindsey had played with those very toes with his fingers and even sucked on a few, calling them "little piggies" and singing to the Beatles song from the White Album, "Do you see the little piggies sitting in the yard..." as Stevie had giggled in bed and thrashed about telling him to please stop, it tickled.

How they had managed to keep their affair a secret from Kristen was the easy part - Kristen was busy at home with the kids and trying to take on a few interior design clients, and Lindsey was at the studio a good twelve hours a day, mostly with Stevie. Keeping it a secret from the people around them - Mick, John, Karen, and Ray, for the most part - had been a challenge. Their closest call had come the Friday before they all packed up and left for the Fourth of July weekend, which Stevie had spent in Phoenix with her family. Her plane was due to leave at eight o'clock at night, and Karen had told her to be airport ready at five. At a quarter to five, bags packed, Stevie was upstairs in a walk-in closet, pressed against the door, Lindsey the one pressing her.

"I don't think I can go a whole three days without seeing you, angel," he hissed at her ear. He was pressed closely to her and had her wrists pinned above her with one hand, and several of her buttons were undone exposing a bra that was black lace over nude silk and made her breasts swell together and upward, the perfect distance from his mouth after spending not a small amount of time suckling at her neck.

"You'll live, baby, I promise you." But the tone of her voice was the breathless whisper of a woman who currently had someone's hand between her thighs, fingers moving swiftly against her over her leggings and bringing her so close to orgasm her knees were weakening and she was seconds away from screaming.