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attention. Several times, he
walked around the stage, but found himself drawn back to her. There
was something so longing in her eyes that he could not pull away.
Suddenly words to a song came to mind. He sprang up from the bed to
search for his laptop — he had to get the
words that popped into his mind down.
    Remembering his
bag was in the sitting area, he purposely walked into the room.
Reaching for the bag on the desk, he stopped midway and looked
towards the sofa. He could not believe what he was seeing. He
closed his eyes, thinking he must be seeing things. Slowly
reopening his eyes he could not believe the woman from the audience
was actually there, on the sofa. He looked around the room to see
if Jason was lurking somewhere waiting to jump out and yell, “ Punked! ” It didn ’ t happen. Taking a
step forward he took a closer look. Standing less than ten feet
away from her, he could see she was asleep. Had she been waiting
for him to come out of the shower? Disappointment spread through
him, as he realized, Jason, his brother and manager must have sent
her. Since the beginning of this tour four months ago, Jason had
been on him to get a woman to help him release his pent up stress.
Jason ’ s way of getting him to relax was sending him a woman.
That was probably why she had front row seats. Damn, he thought, I
must be losing my grip. I was about to write a song for a call
girl.
    Disappointed or
not, the woman did have an effect on him. The provocative position
she held on the sofa exposed her entire body, and what a body it
was. Her arm was over her forehead, with her other hand resting on
her stomach. Viewing her profile from head to toe, her curves were
a feast for his eyes. From the v-shape of her spaghetti strap top,
he could tell her breasts were more than a hand full and firm. The
skin beneath the hand resting on her flat stomach seemed so smooth
he was tempted to touch it. The skirt covered her thighs, but the
portion of her legs that were not covered revealed the same even
toned cocoa brown skin as her face. She had the daintiest feet, he
had ever seen in a pair of open toed sandals. He loved a woman with
pretty feet. If a woman took care of her feet, she took care of her
body just as well. His lips curved into a cryptic smile. He wanted
to taste her toes — run his tongue over
her navel — taste her lips. Damn, am I that horny? He thought
for a minute, when was the last time I had a woman. Well over a
year, he remembered. Nodding his head, okay that makes sense.
That ’ s why his reaction was so strong towards this
woman.
    Returning to
the bedroom, he retrieved a blanket out of the closet, unfolded it,
then walked back into the sitting room to place it over her. He
gently removed her shoes and placed them beside the sofa. Looking
into her face as he covered her, he wondered. How someone that
looked so much like an angel could be a call girl? Kneeling next to
her he stared intently at her. She just did not fit the profile.
But who knows, circumstances could have forced her in that
direction. With his finger, he removed a single curl from her face.
He smiled at the way her lashes rested against her cheeks and the
way her lips were shaped. Surprisingly, there was no makeup on her
face, not even lipstick. Frowning he wondered what kind of call
girl did not wear makeup? Rethinking his first assumption, he
examined her hand. No ring. For some strange reason, that
revelation pleased him. The sudden movement of her head startled
him, but her whispering his name in her sleep amazed him. Well, it
wasn ’ t exactly his name — it was his stage
name, but it was still him. Is she dreaming about me, he wondered.
Unable to resist he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “ I ’ m here. ”
    Her lips curved into a sensuous smile. He
grinned in response.
    “Thank
you, ” she whispered so sincerely it sobered him a
little.
    Why was she
thanking him? Whatever it was, there was certainly no reason to be
rude. “