Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,27

I don’t like it one bit. Priorities Lil.”

“Nah…he is occupied with a woman he forgot to mention that he brought home last night.” I smirked, covering my jealousy. Yes, I was jealous, or perhaps annoyed? I’m gonna go with annoyed.

“Shit!” Brady laughed, “So, I take it that he fucked you, while he had a woman in his bed …wow.”

“Yup …I think he and I will be just fine…I believe he has a mind much like my own, so he shouldn’t be a problem for me” I was lying, as he was a problem, a big problem for me.

“Well, that’s a relief. So does this mean our bet is off for tonight? Seeing that you just got laid, and I know your rules about never two in one day?”

“Yes, sorry to disappoint…how about we make sure you at least get laid tonight?”

“Was planning on it Lil”, he laughed.

“Well, now you have my help…not saying you need any it just doesn’t hurt”

“For fear of a pissing contest, I don’t have the energy for, do you think you can stop by the office and sign these documents I had drafted?”

“Sure, be there in 15,” I offered.

“Good”

He sighed. Was He annoyed? “Lil, are you taking Corey up about tonight?” Fuck? What was it with everyone today.

“I don’t know Brady, timing isn’t good for this right now.” I felt frustrated.

“Perhaps you need it, based on what I’m sensing, singing and performing, always calms you Lil. Timing is perfect in my opinion.”

Chapter 5

The day seemed to be flittering away quick. I had met Brady, and then set off for a lunch date with Chris. We needed to set some boundaries in my opinion. I couldn’t allow him to get any hopes up.

I took the afternoon to pamper myself; Mani, Pedi and of course a waxing. My body now smooth and perfectly groomed, I was without a doubt sated today. Parking the car in the garage and walking to the elevator, knowing I only had an hour left to shower to ready myself. I had promised Sam, that I would meet her for dinner, and a few drinks, before we headed to Mosaic. This in my opinion had been a perfect day. My mind was still debating the entire idea of performing tonight. Shit, I needed that release, the loss in music. Fuck.

Finally, in the apartment it looked quiet. I supposed Charlie had gone out, since it didn’t appear that he was here.

Placing my bag on the counter, I pulled my phone from it and headed to my room.

Into my bathroom, I started the shower and placed the cell down. I stripped off my clothes and left them on the floor of my room.

Knowing the apartment was empty; I fired up the Bose with my iPod already on the stand and turned it on loud enough so I could hear it in the shower.

Back into the bathroom, I eagerly jumped into the shower, which was surprisingly already hot. Thank god for little miracles.

Heaven…the heat of the water cascading down my body was a little piece of ecstasy. Yes, what a wonderfully perfect day it had been. I was now very ready to have a follow up this evening. I loved the friends I had, and loved being young with no attachments.

Titanium…blasted thru the speakers…what a perfect song. Lost in my private heaven, I sang and danced in the shower, while I lathered rinsed, then repeated with my hair.

Indeed, I was having more fun in the shower than I should. But, who gives a shit. I could have stayed here all night, but the water was gradually losing its heat, and I was starting to prune.

Stepping from my little oasis, I reached for the towel and dried my body off. Pulling for the robe, I wrapped myself and began to dry off all my thick hair.

The music, in tune to my mood. I reached for my phone and sent a quick text to Corey, with a simple yes.

I began my normal ritual of lotions then makeup. It was Friday night, so the smoky and sultry application around my eyes, was necessary in my opinion.

Looking to the mirror at myself, I paused…the song was my pause. “The Scientist” now streamed thru the Bose…

The song always took me somewhere unfamiliar…a place where my emotions were raw and reeling. It was a place, I tried to keep hidden.

I stared into the mirror, pausing, fighting the urges of where my mind and heart were being lured to. I couldn’t afford that hidden