Page 70 of Chronicles of a Rockin' Mess

And so, I tell her. I tell her about singing as a girl, about coming to LA, about being rejected. I talk about working for Lincoln, leaving out the part where he acted like a dick and I left. I talk about following my passion and joining up with Magnolia Tear. And then, I talk about seeing Roger at the festival.

She sits quietly, letting me tell my story, and when I finish, she leans forward. “Tell me what you want.”

“I…I’m not sure. I know Roger is important, but my pride has a hard time getting over his last rejection,” I admit.

“Well, then maybe we make him wallow in his sucking-up skills for a bit,” she says with a laugh. “I love bringing men like Roger to their knees.” She glances over at Lincoln. “Sorry, not sorry,” she adds with a shrug.

“Hey, don’t apologize on my account,” Lincoln says.

“So, I think what we need, is a plan of action,” Tiffany says. “I’ll call and make an appointment for us to visit Roger.” She pauses and looks at me. “I mean, if you want to work with me because after listening to you, there is no doubt in my mind that I want to work with you.”

I grin. “There is no doubt in my mind either,” I say to her, and it’s true. Both my gut and my brain tell me Tiffany is the right person for me to work with, and that’s all I need to know.

“I’ll draw up a contract, and you can look over it first, of course. And then, if you’re still on board, I’ll call Roger,” she says. She rubs her hands together and my grin widens. She’s going to be fun to work with, and from what Lincoln has said about her and the photos on her wall, she’s a great fit for me. Her name was familiar when Lincoln mentioned it, but now I know why she works with some really awesome clients. I can tell she genuinely enjoys her work.

As soon as we leave Tiffany’s office, Lincoln picks me up in the middle of the hallway and spins me around.

“You’re going to be famous!” he says loudly.

“Lincoln, shhhh,” I manage as I try not to laugh. He leans down and kisses me, and suddenly I don’t care that it’s the middle of the day, in an office building where anyone could see us. I wrap my arms around his neck and jump up. He lifts me as I wrap my legs around his hips. Our kiss goes from intense to over-the-top passionate in two seconds. Our tongues taste and tease. I lose myself in the feel of his scruffy beard against my skin and taste of mint from his toothpaste. I’ve fallen so hard for his man. I’m totally and completely fucked.

Lincoln

I pull my head back and lean my forehead against Lark’s. We’re both breathing heavy as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“We are going home. And I am going to properly help you celebrate,” I say to her.

“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to celebrate. I mean, we still have to meet with Roger, and I don’t know how I feel about that,” she says as she bites her lip. I lean in and kiss her lips that are swollen from our last kiss. She releases her lower lip, and I drag it between my teeth. She emits the slightest groan and my cock goes from awake to motherfucking ready to party. I’m not exactly proud to indulge in my body’s response to her, but I need her in my bed naked, right the fuck now.

I slowly let her slide down my body. “You. Me. Home. Now,” I manage as I take her hand and lead her back to my car. She follows, giggling the whole way.

Once we are driving, she turns in her seat. “Do you think this is a good idea?” she asks me.

“What?” I say as I concentrate on the road, but glance over at her.

She points to me and then back to her. “Us,” she says quietly.

Shit. She wants to have this conversation now? I pull over into the parking lot of a fast-food restaurant. I turn to her.

“Lark, there’s every reason this should not work. Believe me, I keep questioning what I’m doing,” I start, but when I see her expression drop, I explain myself further, “I don’t question that you are perfect. I question whether I’m good enough for you. You deserve the best, Lark. I just don’t know if the best is me.” I sit in silence waiting for her to process my thoughts.

She looks at me intently. “What if I’m not good enough for you?” she whispers.

I reach out and cradle her face in my hand. “How could you not be good enough for me?” I ask her as I search her eyes. She really doesn’t see how amazing she is.

Her eyes look down at her hands. “Lincoln…I…I mean, look at me. You are at the top of the world, and I’m just…well, I’m just me,” she says.

I tilt her head up and she meets my gaze. “Lark, you are amazing. You are beautiful, inside and out. You are talented. And you have a heart of gold. You are more than I deserve,” I say to her. And then an idea hits me. “I have…a plan,” I say in my best Tommy Boy impression.

“Oh no,” she says as I throw the car back into drive and speed home.

I have a small recording studio at the house. The minute we pull into the driveway, I hop out and head inside. Lark follows me and stands in the doorway of my small recording room.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her hands on her hips as she looks around.

“You…are going to lay down a track,” I say to her with a big grin.

“Wait, what?” she asks, her eyes going wide.

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