Sample: Smitten

I haven't given Smitten my full attention, been away and balancing too many things. Anyway, I love this couple, Def D and Evon Samples. I do. So, I thought I'd post a sample teaser. Hope you enjoy and check it out on Kindle.
Smitten:
"Leaning against the far wall, slightly in the shadows, Domenico watched Evon round up a slow ballad. Her voice sounded so earthy and passionate. Dressed in a simple white tank top and low-hung distressed jeans, she wore no jewelry and no make-up, except for a light lip-gloss over her full lips.
Taking out a blunt, Domenico lit it, blatantly ignoring the no-smoking sign as Dave Mahony swung around throwing his hands up in the air.
"Hey D, man; hit the alarm switch!" Mahony said in evident frustration. The smoke alarms in the entire building were hyper-sensitive, but never once had Domenico cared. He knew every button. Nothing was going to come between him and his need to get into the creative flow.
Evon stopped singing in the booth, and was staring distractedly over at him, frowning as a smile cracked the side of Domenico's mouth in recognition, lazily punching in the code he knew so well.
D loved making an entrance.
At least he’d grabbed Evon’s attention, and she looked nervous as a result.
Something moved excitedly inside him, a feeling that he’d be able to have his way. Tonight, Mahony could go to hell home to his wife and kid, and let him do the producing, he thought. He was more than capable.
"A'ight, listen Evon, we can pick this up tomorrow. I have a family event to get to tonight, so I'm gonna have to bounce soon," Mahony breathed into the microphone, as Evon's eyes widened looking from Dave Mahony to Domenico and back.
Music to my ears, Domenico's smile broadened.
"Naw man, let her do it again. I'll take over," D replied extending one tattooed arm and pointing at the recording console, while coming over to occupy the chair next to Mahony, giving him some dap.
D knew he’d take the bait. Mahony liked to get things done, and ran a tight ship, but after-hours his family came first.
"You alright if D takes over?" Mahony asked Evon through the microphone. Mahony wasn't even questioning D's competence. She hesitated at first, her eyes locking onto D's as her head slowly nodded, which looked more like a warning shot rather than an act of compliance.
"A'ight," Mahony chuckled, sensing the tension between the two. "But promise you'll tell security when you leave. It's been a quiet day around here. And, don't do any shit!"
"Come on. I've got this," D replied, with a sparkle in his eye, taking another slow drawer on his blunt, before running one hand through his soft head of curls.
Evon gave Mahony a wave, before sitting down on the stool behind her, watching Domenico intently, his toned body, his biceps flexing the form of his chest against the soft fabric of his white T-shirt. The man was definitely a work of art. A distraction, plain and simple.
"So, once again from the top," D spoke into the microphone matter-of-factly, without even a friendly greeting or a tease. Evon's eyebrow raised, as the slow beats filled her headphones once more, and she stood up, turning slightly.
I can do this, she told herself. Just ignore the dude! He thinks turning up hours late is cool? ..." (© 2016 L. S. Bergman)
Published on May 31, 2016 02:05
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