| The bunk was so uncomfortable, Lance tossed and turned. His hope was to return to the hotel some time that night, at least to get a few hours of rest. The following day held several promotional appearances, and the last thing he needed was to be dead on his feet for his big date. Throwing another pillow under his head, he closed his eyes and tried not to smile. Mya. Her name flowed from his mind with such ease. What was it about her? Surely it wasn't just her beauty. No, he wasn't that shallow. She had some kind of sparkle to her. The tour had been so long, and lonely, and he had been so ready for the break. Now, he would just have more time to date her. Hmm, dating. It had never held good results for him. One night stands faired much better. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. Not that it was a frequent occurance, just a necessary one. He couldn't be expected to sit by and watch his four friends have healthy sex lives while he played the good boy all the time. A small jolt took him by surprise, and he jumped from his bunk, hurrying down the aisle. "We going?" he asked JC, who was sitting up tapping away on his laptop. "Yeah, we're all cleared. Thank god! I hate sleeping on the bus!" JC snapped his computer shut and leaned back. "So Mya's nice." Lance grinned and took a seat getting lost in the sound of her name. "She is, isn't she? I can't explain it." JC laughed at the dumb look his friend had. "Man, it's called a crush. You have a crush. You are normal after all. We were beginning to wonder." "What's that mean?" Lance frowned. "Nothing, nothing." JC stood up and stretched his arms over his head, letting out a large yawn. "Joey and I just thought you were immune to that sort of stuff. You're always so cool with the ladies. They never know what hit them until they're fucking you. It's like you just go with it, but not with any enthusiasm." Lance's forehead creased with the spoken words. Was that really how his friends saw him? Cold? Unfeeling? That sucked. He was none of those things. "I'm not like you guys," he finally said, chewing on the inside of his lip. "I don't buy into all that wine em and dine em nonsense." JC nodded. "We know! That's what I'm saying. It's just get down to business for you." He studied to frown on Lance's face and smiled, nudging him. "It's not a bad thing. It's just your MO." Sighing, he tried again. "Lance! What I mean is that it's nice to see you happy." "I get it, I guess," Lance finally conceeded. Geez, he'd never thought about his actions before. It was nice to be crazy about someone, even after just a day. He watched as JC headed back down the bus and turned his attentions to the window. The city flew by in a rush and he rested his chin in his hand. Sometimes life got so crazy, had he let it pass him by? They were all aware that the next tour may not be as sucessful, and honestly, he didn't care. He had so many other things going on, it didn't matter if they didn't sell as many CD's the next time, or sold out concerts in ten minutes. But love, well, that was something else. He didn't know that feeling. Crazy as his life had been, it was not something he'd ever been lucky enough to find. Mya, she might just be it. Hopefully. "Sorry I'm late," Mya gasped, hurrying through the back entrance of the club she worked at. Her boss, Tim, glared at her, then at the clock on the wall. "You've had clients here for almost forty minutes. I swear, I have no idea why I keep you on!" She smiled, disarmingly, and opened her locker, placing her purse inside. "Bomb scare downtown. Traffic was a nightmare!" Her thoughts were still with Lance and their impending date. She knew that while in his presence she couldn't say no, a phone call later to break the plans would be necessary. Dating him wasn't something she could do. She liked him too much for that. Maybe she could just stand him up. Pulling her hair up she sighed. That would be mean, a phone call would be much better. Slipping on her leather boots, she shivered. "Tim, turn the heat up, will ya?" Tim laughed gruffly, puffing on his cigar. "You know how much money this joint takes to heat? No way. Not unless you want to pay for it!" Mya shook her head and grabbed her stuff, heading from the employee area through the club. Her room was third on the left, and as she manuevered through the sea of people, she pushed Lance's face from her mind, preparing herself for the job at hand. Nodding to several regulars, she pushed the door open and stepped into her world; the job that she had to hide from the great guy she'd been fortuante enough to meet. Inhaling sharpley, she stared at her client, waiting patiently for her. Lighting a candle, she approached him, tipping the candle to the left, watching intently as the hot wax plopped onto his chest. "Have you missed me?" she hissed, glad he'd chosen to wear his mask this evening. If she had to look into his eyes, she didn't think she could do it. Not tonight. Not when Lance was on her mind, the feel of his kiss still on her lips. "Yes, mistress," the reply came. She gritted her teeth and got to work. Just a few hours and she could go home a thousand dollars richer. |