The Studio

2. The Puppet

   Timing was everything and what timing it had been Just as Carlos had leaned forward in his chair to stand, a girl came through the backdoor of the studio. She was chatting away on her cell phone at a very stealthy pace. I swallowed against the dry walls of my parched throat and took deep breaths to ensure that she didn't see how my unnatural reaction. Carlos licked his bottom lip and leaned back in the swivel chair, with a knowing look in his piercing eyes. He didn't help me one bit to keep down the wave of lust in my body. The girl stepped through the other door, leading from the sound proof booth and seemed to be wrapping up the conversation. Carlos had turned in her direction, the fire in his eyes were gone in a flash. How the hell he did it, was beyond me. I was practically raining sweat from my brows in the AC.

"Yes, yes, well I'm not going be able to make that...yes I know I said I'd be there...No...Well you know what, maybe you should fine another soloist...fuck you Andy!"

 With that she snapped her phone shut and shoved it in her bag. The pissed off expression that was on her face had disappeared too quickly. She was what you would call high maintenance; everything about her was fashionable and in. I had to admit, she was pretty. She had her hair up in a messy bun and she still looked like she walked of this month's issue of Vogue.

"Hey Carlos, sorry I'm late. Called around to the other girls, they’re not gonna make it, but as always, I am here."

I watched him grin, still silent in my little corner with a death grip on the little round pillow in my hands. He shook his head and sighed.

"Just as I thought. Have a seat. Oh and the lovly lady with the throw pillow over there is our newest member, Alex. Alex, this little fast talker here is Tyanne..."

"Ty will do fine babes. A pleasure to meet you." She said with a sweet smile that had me reaching for her hand, and reminding my face that it was polite to lift the edges of my mouth and not gawk.

"Same here..."

For the rest of the evening, we worked on putting lyrics together for a new song. It was hard not looking at that ever growing swell in Carlos' pants. It was as if the more I looked, the bigger it grew, and the more I wanted it. Ty didn't seem to notice, as she was too busy trying to figure out which note should go where. Again I wondered if this wasn’t all in my head because the sexual tension seemed impossible to overlook.

Finally, we got the layout for the song, and went straight to recording. Ty went into the sound proof booth to record her tracks first, so I was left in the control section, with Carlos. Her phone had rung again, and she was yapping at a hundred miles per hour. Carlos took the opportunity to swivel around to talk and look me over with ravishing eyes. I kept my eyes on random objects; the computer, the table, the odd little green fan in the ceiling; everything but him.

"I'm over here Alex." His voice nearly scared me out of my skin. My eyes connected with his and instantly, my heart was racing. I looked to where Ty sat on the stole; still arguing with this Andy person. I secretly prayed for her to cut it short and get back to recording, but she was too engrossed in the conversation.

"I know..." My voice had become breathy and very shallow.

"So why do you keep avoiding my eyes?"

"Maybe because it’s impolite to stare..." I tried at a smart remark, but the sound of his chuckle only made me burn more to feel his breath on my neck; kissing me in that sweet spot that made melt and nibbling at my lobe. I had to been blushing again because he chuckled again and as he turned in his seat he made a remark that sound like 'Ah I'd like to fuck you'. I told myself that I was already hearing things. I wasn't stupid or horny enough to ask him what he had said. What I don't know can't hurt me.