Page 31 of The Sun Sister
‘The door was wide open,’ he shrugged. ‘You obviously hadn’t closed it properly.’
‘Jeez, I’m always doing that. One day I’ll get murdered in my bed.’
‘I sure hope not.’ His eyes briefly looked me up and down before he averted them. ‘I’ve obviously disturbed you. You wanna go get some clothes on?’
‘I...oh, yeah, sure. I’m just out of the tub. The shoot ran over.’
‘It’s okay, I’m in no rush. You go ahead.’
‘Okay,’ I said and walked into the bedroom, kicking myself. Somewhere inside me I’d believed that the sight of me half naked in a towel would be enough for him to grab me immediately and rip it off. But we obviously had to go through some kind of getting-to-know-each-other-again dance before we got there.
As I didn’t have a plan B clothes-wise, I dropped the towel on the floor then stood in my closet, not having a clue what to put on. In the end, I went for my favourite pair of jeans and threw on a green vest top – Mitch was a southern boy at heart and he had a thing for a tight-fitting pair of denims.
Breathing hard and fanning myself because I was still sweating with nerves, I walked back into the living room and found him sitting on the couch looking at my shots.
‘I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you. And I’m talking about the real thing, not these,’ he smiled at me.
‘Thanks. Can I fix you something to drink?’
‘Do you have a Coke by any chance?’
‘I thought you only drank herbal tea?’
‘It’s been a stressful day, and sometimes a guy needs a shot of caffeine.’
‘I’ll take a look,’ I said, walking into the kitchen and seeing that there were a couple of cans of Coke in the door of the refrigerator.
‘Here you go,’ I said, handing him the can – he never drank from a glass. It was far too girly.
‘So,’ I said, placing myself at a distance from him on the couch and picking up my ‘water’ bottle. ‘How have you been?’
‘Busy with the tour. I worked out that tomorrow night will be my hundredth gig.’
‘Wow, right,’ I said as I sucked hard on the straw and filled my mouth with neat vodka. I swallowed and nodded at him. ‘Well, it’s nearly over.’
‘Yeah, it sure is, and I can’t wait to get back to my place in Malibu to have some downtime. And you, Electra? How have you been?’
‘Good. Busy, like you, but good, yes.’
‘That’s great to hear, and as I told you, you look fantastic.’
‘You look great too.’
‘Well, thanks for that, but I sure don’t believe it. Months of not sleeping in your own bed can really take a toll. I’m gonna step back for a few months after tomorrow night. I’m getting too old for this shit,’ he said, smiling lazily at me – a smile that regularly brought millions of women to their knees.
‘Don’t be an idiot, Mitch. Old rockers never die, you know that. Look at the Stones for starters.’
‘Yeah. I rest my case.’ He gave me a roll of his eyes. ‘Hey, darlin’, come and give Mitch a hug.’
I needed no further bidding. I sank into his outstretched arms, waiting for the moment when he would tip my head back and kiss me. Instead, he stroked my hair.
‘Compared to me, you’re a baby, aren’t you?’
‘Hey, I amsonot. With my line of work, I had to grow up fast. I feel old, probably older than you.’ I looked up at him, my lips parted in readiness, but he just looked down at me with an odd expression in his eyes.
‘So, no hard feelings?’
‘Why would there be?’
