Fifty shades of Beaumont // Randy

Chapter 8

'My taste is eclectic, Andy.'

Chapter eight: car ride
Andy's point of view

Ryan opens the passenger door to the black Audi, and I climb in. It's a beast of a car. He hasn't mentioned the outburst of passion that just occured. Should I? Should we talk about it or pretend that it didn't happen? It hardly seems real, my first proper no-holds-barred kiss.

It never happened, it never existed. Perhaps I imagined it all? No! I touch my lips, swollen from his kiss. It defently happened. I'm a changed man. I want this man, desperately, and he wanted me.

I glance at him. Ryan is his usual polite, slightly distant self. How confusing.

He starts the car and reverses out of his space  in the parking lot. He switches on the Aux. The car interior is filled with the sweetest, most megical music of a man singing.

"What are we listening to?" I ask.

"It's my friend, Sonny. Do you like it?" (A/N: in this story, Sonny is a solo artist and Roadtrip doesn't excist so deal with it.) he says. Sonny as in the guy Brook was intresting in at the party?

"Ryan, he's wonderful." I smiled.

"He is, isn't he." He grins, glancing at me. And for a fleeting moment, he seems his age; young, carefree, and heart-stoppingly beautiful. Is this the key to him? Music?

I sit and listen to the angelic voice, teasing, and seducing me.

"Can I hear that again?" I ask as the song came to an end.

"Of course." He pushes a button, and the music is caressing me once more. It's a gentle, slow, sweet, and sure assault on my aural sense.

"You like this music?" I ask, hoping for a rare insight into his personal preferences.

"My taste is eclectic, Andy. Everything from Drake to Pentatonix. It depends on my mood. You?" He asks.

"Me too. Though I don't know who Pentatonix is." I say. He turns and gaze at me briefly before his eyes are back on the road.

"I'll play them for you sometime. They're very interesting. It's all acapella." Ryan grins at me.

"Sounds very odd." I say.

"I know, but it's also magical, Andy." He says before pressing a button and Drake starts playing. But the music is interrupties by a cell phone ringing over the speaker. Ryan hits a button on the steering weel.

"Beaumont." He snaps, he's so brusque.

"Mr. Beaumont, it's Millichamp here. I have the information you require." A rasping voice comes over the speaker. (A/N: welcome Alex in the story all the other boys were already in it :P)

"Good, email it to me anything to add?"

"No sir."

He presses the button, than the call ends and the music is back. No goodbye or Thanks. I'm so glad that I never seriously entertained the thought of working for him. I shudder at the very idea. He's just too controlling and cold with his employees. The music cuts off again for the phone.

"Beaumont."

"The NDA has been emailed to you, Mr. Beaumont." Said a woman's voice.

"Good, that's all Lucy?" He asks dryly.

"Yes, have a nice day sir." She says polite. Ryan ends the phone call by pushing the button on his steering weel. The music is on very briefly when the phone rings again. Holy hell, is this his life?