Chapter 1
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It was a hot day in Washington DC. The kind of sweltering heat that made the simplest of tasks difficult. Just hailing a cab was a chore. Guy and I were in town to play a small jazz club in the heart of the city. He had been dreading it for some time. “Too many rich assholes in this city.” Guy would say, every time I mentioned our next destination. I knew he was right: the club would be full of bloated congressmen and senators cheating on their wives with paralegals and interns. The joint we were going to play is just that sort of place: dark and sophisticated. The perfect atmosphere for a loveless DC fat cat to bring his mistress.
I f*****g hated the thought of it. Guy hated it even more. But money is money.
Naturally, I was in a better mood than he was. We had been on the road for three months and this was the last week of our tour. Music is how we pay the bills - and it’s an awesome life. I'm a pianist, drummer and vocalist and Guy plays the guitar. Sometimes I still can’t believe that I get paid to travel the world, making music with my best friend and soulmate.
It was dusk and the entire city had a Friday night buzz in the air. We’d played this joint so many times we didn’t even need to use GPS to find it. Usually in most cities we feel lost. Not DC. It’s a good town for live music. I just hate the corruption and entitled sense of the government elite that inhabit the local bars and clubs.
We stopped for an espresso at our favorite spot. As we were waiting in line, my phone buzzed. I dug through my purse searching for the pulsating device.
“Hey!” I squealed into the phone as I put it near my ear.
I motioned to my road weary hubby that I was going outside to continue the conversation.
I was more than a little excited by the call.
For some couples, this may be a time for jealousy or worry - but not for us. We have a secret life...that most of the world doesn’t know about...a life which only brings us closer together...
My heart started to beat a bit faster as I continued the conversation. Maybe this will turn Guy's grumpy mood right around! I thought to myself as I chatted on the phone while waiting for my husband outside the coffeeshop.
The line moved at a snail’s crawl and Guy watched me through the coffee shop window as I excitedly spoke on the phone. I could feel his eyes on me...passionate...loving...hungry eyes...
We’ve been married awhile. High school sweethearts. Married soon after graduating. Started making music and never found time for kids or college. He’s my best friend and is absolutely the most beautiful soul I have ever met. I know if he were writing this story for you to read, he would say the same about me.
I am shorter than Guy. My small frame is complimented by my massive black curls, beautiful brown skin and enviable bone structure. Sometimes when we are on stage at a club, I find my hubby playing his guitar and staring at my lips - the most sensuous part of my entire body, he'd often say. My lips have brought him thousands of hours of pleasure, and they just naturally tease and pout regardless of the situation I find myself in. Even away from the bedroom and on stage, my lips seem to beckon him.
“Hello?”
I watched as a girl’s voice cut through my husband's lustful thoughts.
“Ummm, hello?”
Again, the girl’s voice.
I giggled as Guy shook his head and realized he had been staring out at me for so long that he was now at the head of the line and the barista had been trying to get his attention for several seconds.
The barista was clearly annoyed.
“You know, why don’t you just go out there and ask for her number,” she motioned to me through the window.
“What?” Guy said, still coming out of his daze.
“The woman out there, you’ve been staring at for a hot minute now.” The barista rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”
“That’s my wife. I was just lost in my thoughts.” Guy mumbled.
The barista’s entire demeanor changed, “oh my god, that’s too cute. I didn’t know that was your wife. Awwwww….” her voice trailed off.
She added, “what can I get you?”
“Oh, two espressos, please.” he said.
She called out the order to her co-worker.
“How much do I owe you?” Guy inquired.
“It’s on the house - love bird’s special,” she smiled.
She added, “my boyfriend just broke up with me and I hope someday I can find what you two have. I just want a man that looks at me the way you look at her.” The barista smiled and waved at me through the window.
“You will,” Guy said, smiling as I joined them.
“Hi!” I said to the barista.
“Have a nice night,” the barista said to us with a smile like we were her new best friends.
As we walked to the pick-up counter to retrieve our espressos, I said, “what was all that about? You guys were talking for a while. She’s a nice girl, but not really my type.”
Guy cracked a crooked half grin.
“Oh, ah, she saw me looking at you and said I should ask for your number because clearly I’m ogling you.”
“Oh, she thought you were a creeper!” I poked my hubby's belly.
“She did.”
“What did you say?” I asked.
“I told her I am a creeper and that she better watch out!” Guy joked.
“No you didn’t. What did you say?”
“I told her you were my wife and I think that information must have melted her heart because she said ‘awwwwww’ and then told me our drinks were free.”
“Well, she probably just wants what we have.”
“Most people do,” Guy said softly.
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