I pulled up to the hotel where James was staying at. My heart was racing and I was nervous as hell. I made the mistake of giving him my number earlier before he left the station and he convinced me to come see him, so here I am. I should have wore pants. Its a little cold for shorts. Oh well.
I sat in my car in the hotel parking lot trying to make up my mind for the last 45 minutes. So many things went through my mind about the whole situation. It got down to how I loved how cheesy he was. His wife is so lucky to have a cheesy, sweet guy like him. His wife. HIS WIFE. I mean, yeah I'm married too, but that's been on the rocks for awhile so I'm not even worried.
"Ugh, who cares." I whispered out loud. "Its James Hetfield. James Hetfield...." I finally got out of my car, muttering his name under my breath and walked into the hotel. I don't know what was moving me, but I was moving. It felt like I was floating. I floated into the elevator and pressed 8 then I took the long journey up to the top floor. Seems like it took forever until I got there and then I floated out to the long hallway and found his room. I knew it was his room right away because I could hear him giggling in there. He must be watching TV or something. I stood there debating and trying not to float away when suddenly, I did the unthinkable. I knocked.
He opened the door and smiled that big toothy smile at me. I stood there and scanned his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt. That's about as far as I got.
"Are you coming in or do you prefer we stand here all night, darlin'?" He stood against the door frame with his hand in his pocket, god dammit he is so sexy.
"Yes! Yeah, I'm coming in." I giggled and suddenly came to my senses. I was no longer mindlessly floating. I was going to do this.
"Come on then." He said softly and grabbed my hand and took me into the room. "I'm glad you came."
"Yeah, I'm glad I did too." I scanned his room. It was huge. He had a guitar on the bed, it was laying there seductively. He must have been just playing it before I got there, since it looked like it wasn't done yet. "She's sexy." I told him.
"She is." He picked up the guitar and rubbed his finger down the strings from the top to the bottom. "Do you want to touch her?" He handed me the guitar.
"I know this guitar." I informed him as I recognized it from old 80's live shows that I've watched. "She must have so much history." I looked at the white 84 explorer in awe.
"Do you play?" He took the guitar from my hands and put the strap around my neck. "Looks good on you."
"Yeah I play a little." I started to play a little of the beginning riff to Ride the Lightning. "Mostly intros."
"Well, I'm sold." He took the guitar off me and set it down gently against the wall in a corner. "Maybe one day you'll replace Kirk." He laughed. "Come here, let's sit and talk." He grabbed my hand and took me to the couch. "Do you want a drink? The hotel usually keeps these cases stocked"
"No, I'm good with just water." I respectfully declined since I knew he didn't drink anymore.
He got up and went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I noticed how big and broad his shoulders were. I noticed how his back muscles rippled when he opened the water and poured it in a glass. "Do you want ice, darlin'?"
"Yes, please." I replied. I watched this tall, tattooed, fit man as he attended to my needs. The perfect male specimen... wearing this pair of black jeans that complimented his body. Hugged his butt and legs in all the right places and showed just the right amount of his underwear. I felt my core start to stir as my heart banged against my chest with no remorse.
