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Corina
Although my day was completely jammed with phone calls, emails, and coordinating the details of Ethan’s big show, I couldn’t stop picturing the way he looked at me during the photo shoot.
It made absolutely no sense that a man who was so talented and so striking would fixate on me the way he clearly did.
It didn’t help that his singing voice was positively stunning, and I couldn’t get his songs out of my head. He sent me a copy of his latest album and I listened to it with headphones at my desk while studying every bit of information I could find about the record executives.
By late afternoon, I had ensured that the venue would be stocked with their favorite brands of liquor, and had hired a private server for the VIP area so that they could have drinks and snacks brought to them without missing a single note of the concert.
They would never expect to be pampered to this degree at an indie rock show, so it should definitely set Ethan’s band apart.
As I was leaving the office at seven-forty-five, I sent him a text.
Me: Don’t forget to make a list of band names while you have the guys all together.
I didn’t expect an answer right away, but my phone beeped as I got into a cab.
Ethan: We are on it! We are good little boys who do our homework.
Laughing, I gave the driver his address, with no idea what neighborhood that street was in.
At the edge of a run down residential area was a big old candy factory that had been turned into condos. I thought that might be the building. But we passed that, and the driver pulled up in front of a three story warehouse.
The bottom floor was now divided into a bakery and a furniture store, but as I walked up to the third-floor, it looked like the rest had been turned into giant apartments.
I followed the muffled music down the hallway, and I waited for the song to end before knocking.
I heard low voices and rushed footsteps. Then Ethan flung open the door, sneaking an arm around me so fast it took my breath away.
His lips crushed to mine in a scorching kiss. My purse hit the floor as he backed me against the door frame, pressing our entire bodies together as his tongue met mine.
Instantly my mind swam with desire, needing so much more. In a flash, I realized that I wanted him completely.
“Sorry,” he chuckled, backing away. “It was
so hard not to touch you at your office.”
I picked up my purse as he grabbed my hand, leading me into an absolutely gorgeous loft space.
“This looks like a movie set,” I said admiringly.
It was perfect Bohemian chic, with exposed brick across the longest wall, and huge wooden beams across the ceiling, and posts throughout. Rich burgundy and black patterned rugs covered portions of the old wooden floor.
The rehearsal space was set up at one end, next to a living room area with huge gray sofas. The kitchen looked brand new, gleaming with stainless steel appliances.
There was a wall wrapping around one corner that didn’t quite reach the ceiling that must have been his sleeping area.
“When I moved back here to be near my mom, she insisted that she was going to help me find an apartment that could also be a jam space,” he laughed. “I let her decorate as well.”
“It’s incredible,” I said. Everything about this space was so relaxed and comfortable that I wished I could live here. My stomach lurched at the thought, but Ethan quickly distracted me by grabbing my arm and taking me over to the dimly lit area crowded with instruments, speakers, and microphone stands.
“This is Todd,” he said, as a tall, lanky guy wearing a bass gave me a friendly smile and nod.
“Hi,” I said.
“Our lead guitarist, Rob,” Ethan said as we nodded to each other, “And Skippy.”