In the summer of 1990 Sasha Pierce gets the opportunity of a lifetime to interview one of the biggest entertainers of the '80's. She was sure it would be the defining moment of her up and coming career. It ends up being that and more.
This is a tale...
The shifting of the bed stirred me slightly out of my sleep. The owners scent alone let me know who it was so I settled back into my slumber but it was short lived. Kisses peppered my shoulder blade as strong hands found their way around me.
I squint my eyes open to a dark room and since the curtains don't have sunlight peeking through I know I couldn't have been sleeping that long.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" Prince asks referring to earlier. He sent me back to the house while he finished working on a song. That was around midnight.
"No, I was passed out anyway." I kept falling asleep at the studio so he forced me to leave.
A month of cohabitation and I've come to learn when he is in a zone, nothing, not even seductive bribing can take him out of it. I wanted him to come back with me earlier since it was our first night in Los Angeles together and his house here was huge and kind of scary. He on the other hand sent Casey with me, who was no comfort at all.
"So.." He kisses my neck, "..you still wanna have sex in the hot tub?"
He has some nerve trying to get his way hours after I offered it to him. "What time is it?"
"Time to get in the hot tub and make love."
"Prince." I scold through my small smile.
"Sasha." His hand slides over my boy shorts to caress my backside. Prince's kisses turn wet and more tempting as the spot by my ear is focused on. I bite my lip to stop from moaning.
"Come...downstairs." He pulls his hand away and places one last kiss on my shoulder before getting out of the bed and disappearing out of the room. Shit. I want him and no matter how stubborn I want to be, I can't.
Getting out of bed, I check my watch on the dresser and see it's almost 2. "Of course." I say to myself. I'd only been asleep for a little over an hour. He did promise he wouldn't be long.
When I get downstairs all the lights are off. "Baby?" My voice echoes, which further creeps me out. "I'm going back upstairs if you're trying to scare me."
Still no answer. I build up enough courage to leave the bottom of the stairs and scurry to the back patio door. Prince is already in the hot tub so I happily go outside and tie my robe. He chuckles seeing me.
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"You're really scared mama?"
I roll my eyes at him thinking it's funny. "I'm not talking about this again." I told him on the flight over that someone broke into my parent's home in L.A when I was 14 and I was the only one home. That hour of hiding in my closet until they got home scarred me forever.
