Fireproof: Blaze

From The Beginning

Jay POV

"You had plenty money 1922. You let other women make a fool of you. Why don't you do right? Like some other men do. Get outta here. Get me some money too."

Her voice flowed into my bedroom, hypnotising me with each sultry word. Everyone was asleep, at least I'd assumed they were. In just a pair of basketball shorts, I went in search of the woman who owned this beautiful voice.

I found myself at the door to Blaze's bedroom which was slightly ajar. I peeked inside the room to find it empty, however, the door to the adjoining bathroom was open ever so slightly, allowing light and steam to drift through the gap.

"Now you're sitting there wondering what it's all about. If you ain't got no money they will put you out. Why don't you do right? Like some other men do. Get outta here. Get me some money too."

At almost 35 years old, you'd think I'd know better than to go spying on a woman while she was in the shower but I had to see what lay beneath that dark, cold exterior that the redhead put out for the world to see and judge her by.

I wanted to see her golden skin as water droplets clung to her for dear life. I wanted to know if she shaved or waxed, and if she had any other tattoos along with her Day of the Dead sleeve. I know it makes me sound like a pervert, but my head had been wrapped up in that woman from the moment I first saw her not even three days ago. Those damn eyes had been stuck in my head for the last 48 hours.

Her voice was incredible and I couldn't believe that she hadn't been snatched up by a record company to go solo.

"Now if you had prepared twenty years ago, you wouldn't be wandering now from door to door. Why don't you do right? Like some other men do. Get outta here. Get me some money too."

Reaching the door, I paused as my fingers closed around the handle.

What the fúck am I doing?

I'm a grown ass man seconds away from behaving like a hormonal teenager. As much as I want to see Blaze in all her naked glory, I'm not willing to turn myself into a pervert to do so.

"Get outta here. Get me some money too. Why don't you do right? Like some other men do..."

I hadn't even realised that she'd finished singing or that the shower had turned off until the door started to open. It felt like time had slowed as gradually more and more flesh was exposed. When she saw me stood there, she nearly screamed but I covered her mouth with my hand, the last thing I wanted was for her to wake the whole house.

"What the fúck are you doing in here?" She snapped at me as she pushed my hand away from her face. I had no idea what to say because whatever came out of my mouth was going to make me sound like a creep so I just blurted out the truth.

"I heard singing and needed to know who it was." She rolled her eyes and walked passed me, brushing her tattooed arm against mine as she did. Before she could pass me completely, I grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her flush against me. "You sounded amazing. I've never heard a voice as beautiful as yours." She scoffed as though she didn't believe a word I was saying to her. "I'm being serious, Blaze. Your voice is fúcking hypnotic."

Pushing me away from her, she folded her arms over her chest and glared at me. I couldn't help but allow my gaze to drop to the flash of cleavage poking out from beneath her towel.

"Can you get out of my room please?" She asked through gritted teeth telling me that, while she was being polite, she really wanted to scream at me. I opened my mouth, to say what I don't know, but the fiery redhead cut me off before I could get a word out. "I don't wanna hear it. Just get out."