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I was mesmerized. I needed to leave, I needed to disappear. But I couldn’t bring myself to desert the presence of the beautiful sound coming from her. I’d had no idea she could sing. And like an angel, too. The song, very recognizable. Try, by P!nk. Was she as good as P!nk? Maybe not. But pretty damn close, and with a little coaching, she could be better.
She pivoted toward me mid-chorus and stopped abruptly when she saw me. One of her hands flew to her mouth, covering it, while the other held a piece of clothing in front of her to shield her breasts. She pressed the material just below her throat. The throat that I wanted to kiss—and bite—so badly.
“Lane! You…startled me. Do you make a habit of sneaking up on half-naked women?”
“You can sing.”
“What? No. I…” She let out what sounded like a nervous laugh. I was sure I was the cause of her anxiety, and I hated that. But she was half naked, so I supposed that might have something to do with her jittery response, too. I’d always hated the rift between us that appeared to surface at every fucking opportunity. It seemed like a contest to see which one of us could be the rudest to the other. There had to be a way to break that habit.
Why wait until tomorrow when we had right now? She looked lovely standing there half naked, and I took a step inside the room. “Sing another song.”
“What?”
“Are you having trouble hearing me?”
“No. You need to leave.” She shook her head as I took another step closer, her cheeks becoming more flushed with each of my steps.
“Do you know any other songs?” I asked, ignoring her order.
“What?”
Annoyance crept up my spine that she kept making me repeat myself. “I said, are there any other songs you know?”
“Yes. But I can’t sing. I was just fooling around. Please, leave.”
“Don’t kid yourself. You have something. A unique sound. I think with practice and some coaching, you could be amazing.”
“What?”
“Why do you keep saying, ‘what?’ My English is very clear,” I said, taking another step closer.
“I…” She turned away from me and pulled the purple-and-white-striped top she’d been shielding herself with over her head. I couldn’t help but smile at the color combination as the top drastically clashed with the flowery, lime-green shorts she wore.
“I heard a special sound coming from someone who I’d always thought of as more of a pain in the ass witch, and now I want to hear more.” Her brows furrowed with contempt. Damn it. That wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Best to soften my approach. “I could coach you, help you develop it.”
“What?”
“Please stop with the ‘whats.’ I am trying to have a conversation with you.”
“Lane, you are certifiably crazy.”
“Yes.” She drove me crazy.
“First, you try to seduce me. Twice. The first time you accuse me of casting a spell on you, and the second time, you tell me you want me but that you can’t. Whatever the hell that means. Now, you want to give me singing lessons?”
“I apologized for the accusation. I even sent you flowers.”
“And I didn’t accept your apology.”
I smirked, knowing that was a moot point. “I also apologized the second time.”
“And again, I never accepted.”
“However, you did let me kiss you.” And touch you in places I’ve only dreamed about touching. Places I still dreamed about. My mind reeled with lust for this woman.
“That…that was a mistake!”
She pivoted toward me mid-chorus and stopped abruptly when she saw me. One of her hands flew to her mouth, covering it, while the other held a piece of clothing in front of her to shield her breasts. She pressed the material just below her throat. The throat that I wanted to kiss—and bite—so badly.
“Lane! You…startled me. Do you make a habit of sneaking up on half-naked women?”
“You can sing.”
“What? No. I…” She let out what sounded like a nervous laugh. I was sure I was the cause of her anxiety, and I hated that. But she was half naked, so I supposed that might have something to do with her jittery response, too. I’d always hated the rift between us that appeared to surface at every fucking opportunity. It seemed like a contest to see which one of us could be the rudest to the other. There had to be a way to break that habit.
Why wait until tomorrow when we had right now? She looked lovely standing there half naked, and I took a step inside the room. “Sing another song.”
“What?”
“Are you having trouble hearing me?”
“No. You need to leave.” She shook her head as I took another step closer, her cheeks becoming more flushed with each of my steps.
“Do you know any other songs?” I asked, ignoring her order.
“What?”
Annoyance crept up my spine that she kept making me repeat myself. “I said, are there any other songs you know?”
“Yes. But I can’t sing. I was just fooling around. Please, leave.”
“Don’t kid yourself. You have something. A unique sound. I think with practice and some coaching, you could be amazing.”
“What?”
“Why do you keep saying, ‘what?’ My English is very clear,” I said, taking another step closer.
“I…” She turned away from me and pulled the purple-and-white-striped top she’d been shielding herself with over her head. I couldn’t help but smile at the color combination as the top drastically clashed with the flowery, lime-green shorts she wore.
“I heard a special sound coming from someone who I’d always thought of as more of a pain in the ass witch, and now I want to hear more.” Her brows furrowed with contempt. Damn it. That wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Best to soften my approach. “I could coach you, help you develop it.”
“What?”
“Please stop with the ‘whats.’ I am trying to have a conversation with you.”
“Lane, you are certifiably crazy.”
“Yes.” She drove me crazy.
“First, you try to seduce me. Twice. The first time you accuse me of casting a spell on you, and the second time, you tell me you want me but that you can’t. Whatever the hell that means. Now, you want to give me singing lessons?”
“I apologized for the accusation. I even sent you flowers.”
“And I didn’t accept your apology.”
I smirked, knowing that was a moot point. “I also apologized the second time.”
“And again, I never accepted.”
“However, you did let me kiss you.” And touch you in places I’ve only dreamed about touching. Places I still dreamed about. My mind reeled with lust for this woman.
“That…that was a mistake!”