The Musician

[Chapter 4]

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Picture of Travis house!

[Asa]

After that strange encounter with my new boss, I don't know how to act its been five days since I've seen him. I walk down his hall to his office and stand in front of the wooden door. I open it to see your basic office furniture like a leather love seat and coffee table and different decors. I walk around his desk and look at his schedule for any events he has to go to. I see that at 8:30 pm he has a charity event to go to. I walk out and towards his studio, and I hear music pop music playing Rihanna stay.

I push open the door to see Travis playing a violin to the beat of the song. It was so beautiful I didn't interrupt his session. He played with such beauty I couldn't take my eyes off his swift movements. Travis tall muscular frame conquered the wooden instrument with elegance that intrigued me to give him my undivided attention. Finally the music stopped and Travis took a breathe setting the violin down and turning to face me.

"I-I told you to stay out of my way", Travis says softly looking in the distance and not in my eyes. Travis diffident posture and tone told me he was uncomfortable very comfortable. I knit my eyebrows confused at the dazzling man before me not making eye contact with me. Is he being bashful because of the moment we shared together.

"I thought I was leaving you to yourself. I just wanted to tell you that you have a charity event in an hour", I say looking at my bosses tall body that I wanted to climb.

'Stop is Asa', I scream to myself inside my head (Yeah I talked to myself problem?).

Travis was my forbidden fruit and I just had to have a taste. I needed of taste of the pulchritudinous man in front of me.

"I'm not going ", He says dismissing me, and snapping my from my fantasy.

"You have to go", I say crossing my arms willing to put up a fight.

"I'm not going", He says staring at me putting his violin away. Travis studio was your average recording studio.

"You're going", I say narrowing my
eyes at him.

"Your job isn't to annoy me", He loudly rushes out nervously.

"Look your father gave me a list of important expectations, and getting you ready for events and making you go as well", I say professionally.

"I don't have a date", He says frowning and looking at his feet.

"Ok I'll be your date, no excused Mr.King", I say smiling proudly at my flawless victory.

"You can escort me in, I just want be in the shadows", He says rubbing the back of his uncomfortable.

"Ok then it's settled be ready", I say turning on my heel and walking out. I strut to my room closing my door behind me. I walk into my half empty closet, and I dig through my dresses trying to find the best one. I stubble across a tiny white dress with red silk bow. I pick out red sky high heels and white gold locket to match. It had a picture of Mark and another dear to my heart. I layout my clothes on the bed and smile at my work out art. I decide to take a shower before getting ready. I pad across the spacious room into the pearl white bathroom. I open the glass shower door, and twisting the cold metal knob turning the water to warm. I strip out my clothing and drip myself into the amazing relaxing water.

I let the water run down my body, and beat against my tense muscles. My skin welcomed the warmth of the water greedily. I take vanilla and honey body wash, and pour a great amount of the cold liquid on the towel.
I close the lid on the body wash, and setting it back upon it's shelf. I wash my curvy body from head to toe, letting the smell of vanilla and honey enchant me. I shave my leg and arm pits not needing to shave my private, because I got a brazilian wax a week ago. I wash and rinse my body and hair once more and step out onto the cold floor. I grab a towel and dry my short body off, and blow dry my hair as well. I wrap the towel around my body, and step into my room letting a cloud of steam leak out behind me. I walk toward my bed getting goose bumps from the cold air in the room. I throw on a black thong and lace push up bra.