Pepper
There’s a downright spring in my step as Tony accompanies me up to my suite. I can’t remember the last time I was excited to do anything. Even perform, which I truly love.
I expect Tony to drop me off, but he comes in. I guess it makes sense, considering last time I made a point of changing in front of him. I throw open my closet and pick out a strapless black lace sheath. I kick off my boots.
Tony doesn’t turn his back like a gentleman, he watches my every move, his eyes glued to my body, lids heavy as I pull off my top and shimmy out of my jeans. The room is charged with s****l tension, air crackling and snapping between us.
A riff starts to play in my head. Words twist in my ear. It’s the first time my muse has shown up in ages.
My n*****s tighten up. I’m standing there in n
