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By: Soxy Page Six It’s been brought to
this writer’s attention that Mikey
Schrade, America’s new sweetheart, is staying at the same spa/inn as
the handsome men of the Middle Earth. You can bet I’ll be on my toes trying
to figure out whose going to walk out of this one as a couple. Ms. Schrade
was seen in the village near by with her bodyguard. As the bulky man went
to get himself some thing from one of the thrift stores, the singing sensation
squatted against the wall of the local ice creamery. Wonder if that’s what
makes her thighs so perfectly fit?
She didn’t think she’d ever been more relaxed in her whole life. Her whole body was boneless and felt like she was lying on the bubbly clouds above. Her mind was a total blank and the small sounds she was making was from pure release only. Never had a man made her feel the way this one did. Never had a man touched her the way this one did. Slowly his hand deliciously caressed her back, the small indentation that ran from mid back to her rear end. She finally knew what heaven felt like. A moan escaped her lips and the need to see those sparkling eyes caused her to stop him mid stroke and turn to him. In a husky voice she murmured, “tell me your single and you’ll marry me?” A smile lit his face and he nodded. “I get that a lot.” With a frown she said, “Yeah, well that does nothing for my ego.” “Just doing my job ma’am. But I must admit I’m a big fan.” She laughed with a sigh, “not nearly as much as I am of you now. But could I just ask for five minutes more. I’ll pay extra; just keep those hands on me.” With a laugh and blush she couldn’t see he gave her an extra twenty minutes of pure pleasure. She walked towards the main room with only a terry robe on. No make-up, people following her, or a stitch of clothing, she felt like a new woman. “You really are quite beautiful, I didn’t believe Billy when he told me.” She looked up and was floored. Her heart caught in her throat and a blush eased across her cheeks. “Well, I’m flattered for sure.” “You have the look of a well satisfied woman.” She laughed, “Ahh, Todd has that affect on me. Are you his next customer?” Shaking his head with a grin, “no, not me. If I’m having someone’s hands all over me it’s gonna be a hot female.” With a wink he nodded towards the knockout blonde who was the other masseuse at the spa. “Lucky girl,” she told him with a wink. “Compliments get you everywhere. I had no idea you’d be at the same spa as us.” “Oh, so you all really do travel together, huh?” He looked taken aback and a little confused with her comment. “I’m sorry?” With a crooked smile she straightened the lapel on his terry robe. “You hobbits, always stick together. It’s quite scary. Something about you middle Earth people, can’t you separate?” With understanding dawning on him he smiled. “A Tolkien buff, that’s sexy in a girl.” “And here I thought my looks would get me that title alone. Now, there’s a stab to a girls ego.” “I think your ego can handle it. But my ego most certainly could not handle it well if you say no to coffee later. So, how about it?” “I think I’ll take you up on it, I’m staying in Suite 2290. Just call the room, and give me a time.” “Oh no, I learned from a young age girls never pick up when you CALL them. How about, either, you call me in an hour, or meet me at the bar in an hour and a half.” His blue eyes twinkling only made her smile more. “Well ok then, how about I call you in a half an hour. Todd just rubbed my body down and I’m sure once the blonde gets her hands on you your going to want to marry her and I’ll be forgotten. So just tell me the room number, I’ll give it to the thirty or so girls looking for the hobbits and elf.” Her hand flew to her mouth in complete innocence. “Oh, did I just say that? I meant you give me the number, and I’ll give you a call in an hour and a half.” “Room 3320, and if any accents pick up, tell them you want the American.” Laughing she nodded. She was on her way out of the doors when she walked right into someone. Looking up she was startled at the chocolate brown eyes looking back at her. Momentarily her breath caught in her throat and all she could hear was her heart pounding. He had to have the sexiest lips she’d ever seen… “I’m sorry, love. Are you ok?” She nodded and shook her head to clear her mind. The accent alone had her knees weak, let alone him calling her love, and those eyes trained on her. “……uh, yeah. I mean, yes, clumsy of me. I apologize. If you’re looking for your friend, he’s about to find the girl he’s going to marry.” His brow furrowed in confusion. “You’ll understand when you see him next.” And with that she ran, literally a slow jog away from the man with devil-may-care eyes and lips sexy enough to stand on their own. *~*~*~*~* She sat down in front of the piano in the lounge. The front desk assured her they wouldn’t let anyone enter so she could get some work done. The room was quiet, just like she liked it when she was trying to write her music. Next to her piano, her favorite guitar lay still in its case. Lyrics had been haunting her after her run into the man with the soulful eyes. It had only taken an hour to realize that’s what stuck her about his eyes. Soul. There was so much soul hidden in the depths of those brown orbs it took her breath and left her restless to pound the inspiration out on the keys. Normally she would have taken the guitar first, but there was something so serene about the ivory keys and their sound. Something that fit the mood flowing in her veins. She flexed her fingers over the keys. She’d never noticed how long her fingers were until she placed them hovering above the ivory. Shaking that thought from her head her fingers glided over the keys. Music poured through her soul, echoing through the music being created as her fingers tried to keep up with her mind. Her voice hummed in perfect harmony over the music bouncing from wall to wall. Baby, I just don’t know how to describe
The words were lost to her soon after, and she forgot about anything but how amazing she felt letting her soul pour out of her fingers. She was lost. “That’s fucking gorgeous. I’d been a little worried.” The voice came in a soft accent as soon as she let the last note echo through the room. Turning around she shook her head and in realization put her face to cover her face. “I am sooo sorry.” “I thought I was being set up.” There was a grin on his face and a grin in voice. “I was just, lost. I’ve needed to get that out of me. I came down here, oh man. I’m so sorry. Really, if you still want to…what time is it?” “Dinner time, actually. I’ll only forgive you, if you promise two things.” Turning completely on the bench, she raised an eyebrow. “You promise to let me sit in on another session, and come to dinner with me and my friends. They’re all jealous as hell that I got to see you in the robe.” Laughing, she nodded. “Sounds good, what time is dinner?” “You have about twenty minutes, can you handle it?” She stood up from the stool and grabbed her guitar case. “Oh, kind sir, you have no idea what I can handle.” With a wink she agreed to meet him and the guys in the lobby. “Oh,” a night to remember for sure. Lyrics in this chapter taken from: Alicia Keys -- “Butterflies” Chapter
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