Authors: Bec Botefuhr
Bad girl and it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you…now would it?
I will send a car around, see you at lunch.
What if I say no?
Careful I like challenges.
Maybe I do too…
Behave Mischief, I will see you soon.
“So that went well?” Reagan grins.
“I think so, what do you think the surprise is?”
“Stop it!” I laugh, falling onto the couch.
“We need to find something for you to wear, sexy but sophisticated.”
She turns and stares at me.
“Thanks; for being the best friend in the world.”
She grins. “Always.”
“Do you think I should tell him about Lillian?”
“When you are ready, you will.”
“I can barely speak her name; it scares me to think he might hate me.”
She grips my shoulders. “What happened with Lillian was not your fault. Why do you do this to yourself?”
I frown. “You know why, I taunted her and…”
“And she did something to prove you wrong, it doesn’t mean it was your fault Vi. You guys were young. Friends play with each other; they tease each other and taunt each other…it doesn’t mean if something went wrong that they are horrible people. They are friends.”
“But I am all dark and freaky because of it.”
She rolls her eyes. “You are not, you are beautiful.”
“I am not who I used to be, Trav can see bits of that in me. What if he decides he doesn’t like it?”
“Look, Travis is back and chasing you. If he doesn’t like you or something he sees, then you be honest and tell him why. If he still doesn’t like it then it wasn’t meant to be.”
I sigh. “Why are you so smart?”
She flips her dark hair out of her face. “It’s just good genetics.”
I snort. “Let’s find me something sexy to wear.”
After an hour of dressing, I have settled for a short pair of black shorts with a white blouse. I pull on some lacy black sandals and pin my hair up loosely. When the limo arrives to get me, I am nervous. Reagan walks me down, and we watch as an older man gets out and smiles at us.
“That’s me.” I say, giving Reagan
s hand one last squeeze.
“Get in and we will be on our way, it is lovely to meet you, I am George.”
He opens the door for me, and I slide in the large Limo, wow. It’s all black and leather, with mini fridges and loads of space. The ride to Trav’s work is smooth and gentle; the car almost feels like it isn’t moving. When we arrive, George opens the door for me, and I step out. I gape up at the huge building in front of me; it is at least ten stories high. Right at the top, in giant letters it has “Phoenix Records.”
“Wow, I have never seen this place.” I gasp.
“It’s a beauty. Go on in the front door, ask reception for Travis. He is expecting you.”
I thank him and walk in the front door, staring at the vast reception area with its white tiles, light colored walls and spacious wooden desk. I step up to the desk, and a young, blonde woman stares up at me.
“Can I help you?”
“I am here to see Travis, my name is Violet.”
She studies me, rather rudely. “Violet is it? Fine, take a seat, and I will call him.”
I sit down and wait, finally after fifteen minutes she gives me directions and sends me on my way, very rudely. I step into the elevator and press the top floor, and wait as it slowly goes up. When it opens, I step out into a large area filled with desk and clerks busily tapping away at computers. To the left is a huge recording studio, with blue and red lights. I stare in awe. To the right is a massive office, with dark windows and a closed wooden door.
“Hello, can I help you?” A woman greets me; she is much nicer than the receptionist.
“I am here for Trav…”
I hear my name and turn to see Travis walking out. Oh sweet Jesus. He is wearing a suit and holy crap i
t looks good on him. Black skirt
, black vest and a white shirt that is unbuttoned at the top.
“Thanks Lucy, I got it from here.” He says, dismissing the woman who is staring at him with need. I bet all the women here want a piece of the rockstar.
“How you doing?” He grins, stepping up close to me.
“Oh, I am doing very well now.”
“I will show you my office, but first, how would you like to see the recording studio?”
I beam. “Yes, please.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the studio. Inside is a group of three girls, all with headphones and microphones. They are behind a large glass wall. In front of the glass wall, people work away pushing buttons and tapping computers. I stare at all the buttons, switches and volume keys, and my mind goes hazy. How do they remember all this stuff?
“Wow.” I whisper.
“It’s crazy right?”
“Boys,” Trav yells and the four men turn. “This is my girl Mischief; she is here to watch you work a while.”
“No problem Trav.”
“How are the girls going?”
“The left hand singer is a bit shy, and her pitch isn’t right.”
Travis stares at the girl. “How is her voice aside from that, maybe she isn’t helping the group and should be out of it?”
“No, actually she has the nicest voice she is just overdone by the two others girls. I can’t seem to get them to even it out.”
Trav turns to me. “Time to watch me work.”
He sits me down on a chair, and gives me a grin before disappearing into the studio with the three girls. I watch as they squeal and fan themselves. Rolling my eyes, I get comfortable and watch Travis work.
“You girls need to step out a minute; I want to hear Rose sing.”
The two girls pout, but step out. Travis sits by the girl named Rose and starts talking with her.
“You want to be a singer Rose?”
She nods. “I do.”
“Are you nervous?”
“I just feel like I am in their way, they out do me.”
“Can I tell you a secret Rose?”
“You out do them, that is why I sent them out. You have a lovely voice, but the pitch is wrong. I am going to help you with that.”
She flushes. “Oh…oh ok.”
“Give me some music!” Trav yells and the man beside me presses a few buttons and cranks the volume switch.
“Ok,” Travis says to the girl. “I am going to start out; I want you to sing along with me…”
“Don’t tell me you can’t, because you can. Copy my tune, my pitch.”
Trav starts singing, and my heart does flip flops. He looks gorgeous perched on that stool, his elbows on his knees and his foot tapping. He looks over at me and grins; I can’t help but return that grin. The girl begins singing with him, and they are right, her voice is beautiful. They sing together, and I envy how beautiful it sounds. Travis fades out and the girl continues on with the song. Everyone stares in silence.
“Wow, she is good.” I whisper.
“It’s not often we find a gem in the pile of rocks, but I think we just got one.”
Travis works with the girls for half an hour more, getting them to even out their singing and soon they sound phenomenal together. He walks back out and takes my hand.
“What did you think?”
“I think you are amazing.”
He grins down at me. “Right back at you.”
“We will give you a finished song by the end of the day boss.” One of the men says.
Trav takes my arm and walks me out of the studio and into his office. I smile when I see a skull sitting on his desk.
“Just for me?” I question.
“Just for you. How do you like my building so far?”
“Your receptionist is not very nice, but the building is beautiful.”
“She is a brat and has obsessed over me for years. She worked for me in NY but got a transfer when I opened up here.”
I nod, understanding. “Well she is only human.”
He laughs and leans back onto his desk as I look around. I take in the huge area, with its filing cabinets, book shelves, couch, desk and even a television. Heck the room has its own toilet for Christ sake. Everything is a dark color; his desk is a dark pine, his book shelves are the same, the couch is black leather and even the curtains are dark. When I have finished admiring, I turn back to Travis who is staring at me with a hungry expression.
“Trav, you like dark things.”
He grins. “I do.”
“It’s so male in here.”
“Is it now?”
“So what is the surprise?” I ask, my voice going weak.
He steps forward and takes me into his arms, bringing his lips down on mine. Oh, how I have missed those lips. He moves them slowly at first, encouraging me into the kiss and then we are in a deep pash, our tongues twirling, our lips moulding together. I pull back panting; my skin is on fire and my sex is aching.
“Now that is out of the way,” He growls a little, “I can show you the surprise.”
I swallow and nod, putting my hand over my pounding heart. Travis takes me to his computer and pulls me down onto his lap. Ok then. I can feel his erection jutting against my bottom, and I try hard not to squirm and make it worse. He stretches his arms around me and begins typing in google, he is writing my name. When nothing shows in google, he goes to the newspaper pages and does the same. Nothing. Travis Phoenix has basically made me disappear.
“Trav…” I whisper, “You made it all disappear.”
“I said I would.”
He spins me around, forcing me to straddle him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you for days. I want you, and it scares me because I haven’t wanted something so badly for such a long time.”
“I…don’t know what to say Trav. I am all dark and twisted and, I think I will just hurt you or scare you off. I have had a lot happen in the last four years.”
“You might think you are dark and twisted Mischief, but I see so much more.”
“I want you Mischief, and I will not stop until you are mine.”
I stare at him, overwhelmed by his confession.
“Can we just…try and…”
“We are trying, we have started trying. I want to keep trying…I want to try until you can’t think of anything else but me....”
“I don’t know Trav…”
“Give me a chance.”
“Trav, I don’t do this stuff. I don’t date; I don’t fuck. I got hurt, and it damaged me.”
“I damaged you, didn’t I?”
I sigh, rubbing my head. “Look I won’t lie, you tore my heart out Trav, but it wasn’t just you. Alot lot happened after you left and it all damaged me in some small way.”
“Mischief, I want you and I won’t give up. I am possessive, jealous and crazy when I want something the way I want you. Let me have you, god, give me a chance.”
“It’s dangerous Trav, if Chief finds out you know what he will do. You don’t have to be a part of the club to have that rule applied to you, nobody touches me, and that includes you.”
“I will risk it,” He whispers, stroking my cheek. “Because you have haunted me for four years and I am not letting you go again.”
His words crush me and tug at things I have shoved into the deepest, darkest parts of my soul.
“I can’t say no to you,” I whisper back. “I just can’t.”
“I need you Trav; I have needed you for so long.”
“I am yours, just say yes Mischief…say yes…say yes.”
“Yes.” I say, and his lips are on mine before I can say anymore.
With a flick of a button the room darkens as the windows frost over, allowing us some privacy. The door is closed, but I hear it lock. Oh…Travis leans up and kisses me, driving his tongue into my mouth with skill and precision. I groan and grip his shoulders, letting him kiss me harder, hotter. He moves his lips down my neck,
suckling on my skin and making little swirls with his tongue. When he reaches my breasts, he grips my blouse and yanks it open.
“Here, I need to taste you. I have needed this for so long…god you are so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect.”
He drags his tongue over the swell of my breasts, then reaches around to unclip my bra. When it slides down, he hisses and pulls a hardened nipple into his mouth. I moan and tangle my fingers through his hair as heat courses through my body. When he swaps to the other nipple, I feel electric bolts surging through my veins. He reaches down and grips my hips, lifting me and depositing me on the desk. He shoves a bunch of papers out of the way and slides me back.