Flash Friday Excerpt

Here's a Flash Friday excerpt from A Song For You where Bree has her first bad experience with a famous artist...
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Lavaughn took me on a tour of the seven-bedroom, nine-bath house complete with a twelve-seat home theater, fitness center, wine cellar, and recording studio. The decorator had done a marvelous job on the décor. Nothing was overdone or flashy, which I’d expected. I commented on the décor in each room, being careful not to gush. I refused to give him the pleasure.
Back in the solarium with its floor-to-ceiling windows, the coffee and pastries awaited us.
“Tell me how your album is going.” He filled the two cups and indicated the cream and sugar on a second small tray.
“So far so good. I still have two more songs to record. I’ll be back next weekend to finish those.”
“Is your contract for a three-album deal?”
“Five.” I took a tiny sip of the steaming coffee.
“You do know it’s only an option, right?”
“Of course. It’s why I’m working so hard on this one.”
He angled his body toward me and leaned in. “I can help you make this album better than anyone ever expected.”
“How?”
“By working on your body language and movement. The voice is one thing; how you move on stage is another.”
Lavaughn had never heard me sing or seen me perform. I squinted in confusion when he asked. “Do you know ‘I Need You?’”, speaking of one of his biggest hits that had extremely sexy lyrics.
“Sure.”
“Maybe you can come into the studio for a few minutes after we finish dessert. I’d really like to hear you sing it.”“Okay, if it won’t take too long. I have to drive home this evening and need to go back to my girlfriend’s house to pack, so I can be on the road by six o’clock.”
He made a show of glancing down at the Piaget Altaplano Caliber 1200 D on his right wrist. The only reason I knew about the watch’s outrageous one hundred fifty thousand dollar price tag was because I’d seen it on a magazine show. They’d recently done a story because a Hollywood celebutante had given one to her bae for his birthday. The watch’s unique design was encrusted with diamonds. Still, I wasn’t impressed. That amount of money could pay off my mama’s medical bills.
Lavaughn hadn’t spoken positively about anyone else all afternoon. It struck me as not only rude but also deceptive. There had to have been people during his career who helped him. To hear him tell it, he was a self-made man, a virtual impossibility in the music business.
“Let’s do it. I want to hear you blow.”
Naturally, everything in the studio was top-of-the-line. Lavaughn momentarily studied the control board before he passed me a handheld mic. Suddenly, the background instrumentals to his hit song started playing. I picked up on the second line. The fact that I was actually doing a duet with him in his private studio was a fantasy come true. Our voices melded perfectly together. I got caught up in the music and was enjoying the magical moment until he closed his arms around my waist and started grinding his pelvis against my ass.
I’d never been naïve when it came to men’s motives. What he wanted from me basically boiled down to the now infamous Harvey Weinstein promise. If you give me what I want, I’ll make you a star.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t strongly attracted to him physically, even though his lighter complexion and wavy hair wasn’t what usually appealed to me. Lavaughn Westfield had sex appeal oozing from his pores, but his disturbing air of entitlement turned my stomach. He seemed to think he could do whatever he wanted without asking. He now had an undeniable erection, and he made sure I knew it by pulling my hips into his crotch. This wasn’t romantic or even sexy. It smacked of predator. I only had two choices: either go along with it or stop his sleazy ass cold.
At first I’d thought Pierce might’ve been jealous of Lavaughn’s looks and wealth, but he’d known the truth about the Neo-Soul King. Now I understood Pierce’s intense dislike for him. My mind raced for a way to get out of this without setting him off. I wriggled around in his tight embrace, slid my hand between his legs and stroked him hard. Even though the package was impressive, I wasn’t interested. “I’d like to freshen up a bit. Where’s the restroom?”
“Of course, down the hall on the left.”
“Why don’t you relax and get comfortable while I take care of a few things?” I suggested, squeezing him tightly in my fist.
Lavaughn studied me with a predator’s unwavering attention. “Yes, ma’am. I will. Don’t take too long.” He covered my lips with his and dipped his tongue deep into my mouth. I wanted to puke, but I returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm as I could drum up. Grabbing my purse, I turned with my sexiest smile before I left the room.
* * * * * * * Excerpt from A SONG FOR YOU, Book Two in The Lake Series #Romance #SmallTown#Music
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