1. Chapter 1
Fuck. I’m gonna be late! Of all days to be late I pick this one. Jacques is gonna kill me. I sit up and fall right back down again on my pillow. Ouch, my head, why did I have to drunk so much last night!? I knew I had an important meeting with CeeLo Green’s people today to finalise his album and on top of that, two new producers are coming in to the studio to work on some tracks with us. From what I hear they’re both really talented. One of them even sung on a track that I wrote last year. I was shocked when I got the final version back, his voice. His voice is just un-describable; in fact, the only way to describe it is its just pure sex. I could just lose myself in his smooth voice…..
I pick my phone up and see I have 7 missed calls and 7 texts. No guessing as to who it might be from. It’s my stupid arrogant boss Jacques. The messages read along the lines of “Lexii, where the fuck are you!?” “Lexii you better get your ass down to the studio right now!” “If you’re not here within the next two hours I’m gonna fire your late ass and you’ll never produce for another artist again!” His texts don’t scare me; he doesn’t have the balls to fire me. All talk and no action with that man. But I decide not to test his patience any more.
I jump in the shower and get ready as fast as I can, it normally takes me 3 hours on a good day, today it only took me 1 ½. I decide to leave my hair curly and not straighten it like I always do. I feel like a tramp. I’ve never felt confident without my usual heavy make-up. I feel naked without it. I throw on my tight, short black long sleeved dress and put on my high heels. If I don’t feel sexy today, then hopefully I’ll look it.
Luckily there’s no traffic on the way to the studio, so it looks like I’ll be on time. When I get inside the studio Phred is their waiting for me with my morning Starbucks and an aspirin. I love Phred, he’s an aspiring musical director but works closely with us here and he always has my morning coffee. “Drink too much did we Lexii?” he says as he hands me the aspirin “Shut up Phred” I say with a smirk and carry on walking to the room. I hate meeting with these music executives, they always try to intimidate you, but I always get around them.
Just before I swipe my card to enter the meeting room, I glance in to the studio through the window in the door and I see this rather short, tanned guy with black curly hair fooling around on the keyboards. He turns and our eyes lock for a spit second before I look away. I feel his eyes still locked on me but I don’t look back. He has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen, kinda bug eyed but the warmest shade of brown. His eyes looked like they could tell a thousand stories of heartbreak and struggle. It felt like time just stopped. I snap back when Phred clicks his fingers at me “wow you DID drink a lot last night!” he jokes. I grab my coffee swipe my card and walk through the door without saying another word. Who was that guy? And why am I so mesmerised just by his eyes? His beautiful brown eyes. There’s something about him. But I try to push him to the back of my mind. I’ve fallen for pretty faces before it’s never ended well. I vowed I’d never fall for just a pretty face again. And that’s how its gonna stay. I hope….