Playboy

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Play the song up above. I fucking love this song lol.

*Rose*
I woke up on Saturday morning feeling... well, I don't know how I feel honestly. Today is the Playboy meeting and I still don't know what my decision is. Should I really go through with this? Or should I actually take Michaels advice and decline the offer?

Let's see what this day will bring us.

I finally get out of bed and head to the bathroom. I start running the bath and add bubbles. I need to be relaxed as possible.

"Charles, tea. Now." I yell into the intercom. As I wait for the bubbles to form I hear a knock on my door. "Who is it?" I say, slightly annoyed. It's only 7am and people are bothering me.

"It's Traci."

"Enter." Traci walks in, carrying a tray with my tea and breakfast and hands me my cup. I set it down and look at her, waiting for her to speak.

"Your meeting is at 9, then Teddy Riley wants to meet with at Ocean Way later on to look over some samples for a song." I nod my head as I sink into the bath. Ahhhh, this is nice. I wanna stay in here forever.

After being silent for a moment I finally speak up. "Okay. I need to talk to him anyways, I have new material I want him to co-sign on."

I write my own music, no matter what anyone says about me, the only thing that's completely true is that I write my own shit. I mean, how else did I get all those Grammy awards? Shaking my ass while singing about milk?

After I get out the bath, I stand in my closet and try to see what I could wear. I finally pick out my outfit and I have to say, it's pretty damn bad. I dressed professionally for this meeting, and that's a shock, even for me. I put on a white tank top with a gold and white sparkly blazer, and white dress pants with gold marabou kitten heels. Needless to say I was dressed to impress, even I was impressed.

We arrive to the Playboy building and was escorted to the top floor. I was lowkey disappointed that the meeting wasn't in the Playboy mansion, I wanted to see some bikini models doing nothing all day just like the next guy, but I guess that'll happen another day.

For some odd reason I was nervous and was trying to settle my nerves before anyone came in. If I was going to do this I was going to be naked. Like butt ass naked. I've been close to naked with my concert outfits but never like this. This was a huge step for me, but I wasn't sure if I was completely ready for it.

I look around the office room and it is beautiful. "Wow this place is nice." I whisper to myself. I look at Traci who's writing something on her notepad, lost in her own thoughts.

"Traci."

She jumps, blushing as if she just got caught doing something she shouldn't have been doing. "Yes?"

"See that black and red curtain?" I point, and she nods. "Find that exact one and buy it. I want it in my bedroom." I keep looking around in the room, telling her what I want her to find and buy for me when I see a gold plated pen with Playboy scrawled on it. I turn my head to make sure Traci wasn't looking and grabbed two of them and stuffed them in my purse.

What? You've done it too, don't lie.

"Ah! There she is ! The woman of the hour!" A short, balding man says walking up to me and Traci and giving us a handshake. "So nice to meet you Miss Rose, I'm David Bauer."

"What a pleasure." I say, wiping my hands on my pants. His hands are sweaty, as if he was jacking off before he walked in here. Ew.

"No,no the pleasure is all mine. I just can't believe you're here!" He beams, wow, they must be desperate for some new people to be on this cover. "Well," he claps his hands, "Let's just get right to it, shall we?"

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