It was obvious that he was happy for her, happy that she was going to survive in a vicious industry that normally took advantage of people like her. I mean, I was crunching his numbers and yeah, he was making a lot too. But his cut was a lot smaller than hers, and I had nothing but respect for his generosity.
Today, Friday, was the release party. And then tomorrow, I was going to move in with Jack for good. Jesse had taken the news very well, because Laura had actually been thinking very seriously about moving in with him but didn't want to inconvenience me by asking. His room was a little too small for them both to have an office area, so if I left, she could use the space. Well, they could use the space. Plus, my room was still zero cost for another month and a half and I would pass the savings along to them.
I actually told my mom and dad about Jack, and while they seemed happy, they didn't know the whole story. They were excited that I had switched jobs, and for the sake of simplicity, I hadn't informed them that I was very specifically dating my boss. I had no idea how they would have responded to such juicy information. One way or another, I knew I was going to go much further with Jack at my side than I would have on my own.
That knowledge made everything feel better.
It wasn't that I doubted my own abilities—it's just that Jack was already famous and almost inhumanly talented. I had spent some time with him in the studio and marveled at his ability to compose melodies, lyrics, and vocal parts on the spot. He would spit something out in a second, and then Lexy would sing it and bring us both to our knees.
Fuck, and watching him work only made him that much hotter. Seeing him with a guitar made me weak in the knees. Hearing him on a grand piano made me want to weep. It was as if I had my own personal Elvis and it was the fifties. And none of his hip shaking was ever censored at all...
"Christ, you always look so fucking hot."
We were at his place for lunch, enjoying Greek salads he prepared from scratch. Jack had actually been teaching me to cook, not because I wanted to fall into that role but because I was interested in getting better. I tried now and then, but usually he remained in charge of the kitchen.
Every day, he'd shout such filthy compliments at me, compliments that made me feel dirty and animalistic. I had never been so sexual in my life, and I was loving every minute of it. It was so salacious, so raw, so sensual.
I had finished my salad and was washing the plates in the sink. As usual, Jack was staring at me hungrily—even though we'd just finished eating.
"Thanks for being so classy, Jack. How old are you again?"
"Almost thirty-one," he said proudly.
"Oh, so you're not actually fifteen?"
He started laughing. "C'mon over here. Please?"
I left the partially scrubbed plates in the rack and approached him. He scooted his chair out from the table and turned to face me. I climbed onto his lap and he wrapped his arms around my waist to stabilize me. His aftershave wafted into my nostrils, the menthol blending with his musk. I stared down into his beautiful eyes, feeling the hardness against my inner thigh.
"You know I love you, right?" He kissed my neck gently.
"I hadn't forgotten just yet." I met his lips with a kiss, our tongues swimming in those wet, warm spaces. He kept the kiss rolling, my body giving into his. His hands started hiking up my skirt, pulling down my panties. I knew where this was going, and nothing in my body ever wanted to resist him.
"Jack," I said, withdrawing my tongue from his mouth, "isn't that guy coming to the office?"
"You're coming first."
He pulled down his pants, and a few seconds later, he was inside of me and I was losing my mind. And as always, I came. Hard.
***
After straightening out our clothes and cleaning up, we went back to the office. Jack met the guy on time—he was right; I did come first—and they headed out to briefly deal with something venue-related while I wrapped up my responsibilities for the week.
I did my usual advertising on Facebook, posting bulletins on Lexy's and the label's pages. I