I didn't expect it to smell so heavenly when I entered Rocky's house that evening. My hair was down and I was in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, but in a hanging bag I brought my light blue high-waisted calf length tulle ballerina skirt and black crop top to go with it. Max allowed me inside and I thanked him kindly before walking into the home of chocolate chip cookies and some other amazing dessert.
"Hi," I called out and followed the scent into the kitchen. I noticed Rocky and Ryland standing over bowls and mixing something. Rocky wore a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans with no shoes on.
Rocky looked up at me with a small smile, "Hi Nicole." He said seriously. "You can put your things in the room you were in last time. The record one."
"Okay," I smiled at him and set everything in the beautifully decorated room before joining him and Ryland back in the kitchen.
We spent most of the evening cracking jokes and listening to new music. I gave my opinions, Rocky input his, and Ryland just said, "I think it's tight." a lot.
We made several main dishes and more desserts before Rocky's colleagues were set to appear. I disappeared into the record room to change clothes and put my black heels on. I admired my outfit in the mirror and stepped out to help set the large dining room table. Rocky looked up from counting forks and his eyes stayed steadily on my body for a second too long, "I apologize."
"It's fine." I giggled and began to set silverware as well.
"You look very nice." He told me with a small smile.
"Thank you," I smiled back to him and put my hand on his bicep. "Shouldn't you change also? I can finish here."
"Actually... Ryland!" He called, "Come here."
Ryland came sprinting down the stairs an took a look at me, "Niiice Nikki."
"Thanks," I rolled my eyes and turned back to Rocky.
"Set the table for me, "I gotta show Nicole something," He gave me an odd look every time he said my name. No matter how many times I said it was Nikki he was persistent in calling me Nicole. It was growing on me.
"Come." He ordered and led me down a long hallway. He opened a door and turned on the light switch in a room that I assumed was his. It had dark grey walls, white leather furniture, and a beautiful white bedspread to match. My eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful room. Then, he opened the curtains to reveal the back yard and the look out of the city of Los Angeles.
"This is breathtaking." I sighed and looked out onto the beautiful property.
"I know it's great," He told me, "But that's not what I need to show you." He led me into his bathroom and to a large double door room. He opened the doors and flipped a light switch to reveal a beautiful dark wood closet stocked for royalty. He had lines of Italian shoes, suits of almost all neutral colors, and then on the other side a collection of t-shirts, concert merchandise, and dark jeans like the ones he wore right now.
"Holy shit." I opened my mouth and it wouldn't close, "This closet is..."
"Insanity." He ended my sentence. "This is why mom does my wardrobe. I didn't have time to ask her what I should do for tonight."
"What do you mean?" I asked him as I felt along the suits with my fingers.
"Well, if it were up to me I'd wear this." He looked at himself. "But seeing as you look gorgeous and they're expecting a cocktail hour avec dinner," He paused, "I need to dress up some more."
"Okay..." I thought for a moment. I looked down his line of clothes, "Well, let's coordinate you with me." I told him.
He nodded and began to take his shirt off, "I'm all yours."
