"A tale of a pretty girl who gets more than she ever asked for, including one of the 80's most prominent figures."
When one young beauty meets rock star Prince in the height in of his career, the black & white world she's always known gets tinted...
I was curled up in the corner of my sofa, melting at the seductive tone hitting my ear. "I miss you, honey," I said in the telephone.
"Mm-mm. I like it when you call me baby."
"I don't ever call you 'baby.'"
"You do when I'm making you moan."
"Mmmm," I teased.
"Do you miss me?"
"Yes," I laughed. "Shut up."
"I miss your mouth, too."
I sighed with rolling eyes. "So, how was your day, honey?"
"Why you change the subject?" he asked with a quick chuckle.
"I'm tired of talking about your penis, shoving in and out of my mouth."
"I'm tired of talking about it, too. Are you excited to see me tomorrow?"
"I'm going to see you tomorrow?"
It had almost been a month since we were together in NYC. And I did miss my baby. But I was terrified at the thought of us being alone again. That whole, 'make love to my mouth' thing was not a pleasant experience.
"I'm in Vegas for the night. Then I'm gonna ride over there to see you, maybe lay down some tracks at Sunset."
"Why are you in Las Vegas?"
"Business."
"What business do you have there?"
"Don't do that," he ordered.
"Excuse me?"
"Don't question me."
"I can question you all I want. What business do you have in Sin City?"
"I'm working, baby."
I had to catch myself. The last thing I wanted to be was a jealous, 'never believing her man' girlfriend.
"I got a suite for us at the Beverly Hilton."
I smiled. And suddenly felt like a spoiled brat. "You did?"
"Check in at six, okay?"
"Tonight?"
"Yeah. Show them your i.d. and they'll take you up."
"So, I'm sleeping alone?"
Prince sighed. "I'll call you."
"Okay."
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