His Little Drummer Girl, chapter 9
PART 9
Everyone was tired so decided to have an early night. It was a very busy day ahead tomorrow. I really wanted a long hot soak in the bath so the kids and myself headed back to the suite.
The kids played on the playstation while I soaked myself for ages in a lovely bubbly bath. When I got out they were already in bed, fast asleep. "Bless them they've had a busy day" I thought to myself tucking them in. "What a day!"
My hair was tied up in a top knot and was damp at the ends and all I had wrapped around me was a huge towel. I went over to put the TV on and relax when there was a knock at the door.
I opened the door and it was Tre. My heart must have skipped about eight beats. In his hand he had a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He held them up. "Care to share?" he said. How could I resist this lovely guy who always brought a smile to my face?
I opened the door without speaking and let him in. I noticed his eyes wandering over me. "Let me just go and get something else on" I said suddenly feeling very exposed.
"No you look fine as you are to me" said Mr. Sparkly eyes.
I laughed but insisted I change and went into the bedroom. I threw on a tracksuit, brushed out my hair and quickly applied some mascara, apart from that I had no make up on and felt a bit bare.
When I returned to the room Tre was sitting there with the two glasses of champagne already poured out. He handed me one glass and indicated to sit down next to him. I sat at the opposite end of the sofa and swung my legs up towards him. He looked at my feet. "You don't still wear black toenail varnish?" he said grabbing my foot and laughing.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that" I said trying to kick my foot away. "Ivey noticed you wear black nail varnish sometimes so who are you to talk?" He laughed. "Fair enough" he said.
"Did you ever get that tattoo done that you were always on about?" he asked.
"What, this one?" I said rolling down my trousers slightly to expose my hip with three different coloured stars. Red, yellow, and blue.
"Cool. They suit you." He said. "I didn't think you would really go ahead and do it?"
"Well that just shows how much you really knew me then," I said laughing and taking a huge gulp of champagne to give me a little confidence.
I noticed he wasn't wearing his eyeliner. "Where's your eyeliner gone then?" I asked cheekily.
"Well I'm not gonna wear it to bed am I? It gets all over the pillow and its hell to get out."
"Yeah like you are gonna have to do the washing." I chuckled. He laughed back.
Suddenly he turned serious. "Why didn't you call me?" he said looking into his champagne glass and not at me.
"Oh Tre" I sighed. "I washed your number away in my jeans pocket."
He laughed at that. "Really?"
"Yep. But I thought I wouldn't worry about it too much as I knew that you had my number and address but the weeks kept going by and I didn't hear from you. I just thought you were a rock star and didn't want to know. End of Story. It was good while it lasted. Something to tell your grand kids etc."
"I'm sorry but I lost your number too. Or the bastard airline did. Along with photos and that key ring you gave me"
I'd forgotten the key ring. It was a little drum kit and on the front. Where a band would usually put their name, it had my name and the date we met. We laughed about it at the time as it was so cheap and tacky but he'd obviously remembered it.
"I did try and find you." He said. "The schools wouldn't give out names, wouldn't even say if you worked there or not. We came to England again eight months later and I went to the house but you'd long gone. Where were you?"
"I stayed at my sisters for a while and then managed to get my own home. It's only small but it's mine and Francescas."
"She's a great kid," said Tre.
I started to get nervous talking about Francesco so I changed the subject.
"Are you looking forward to tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yep. I love playing to the fans. They are what it's all about you know?"
Tre poured out a second glass of champagne for both us and leaned towards me with the glass. Why did he always smell so good?
There was no denying the sexual tension between us. I could have taken him buy his tie and led him to the bedroom it was that bad. I knew he was probably thinking something similar.
We were sitting closer now since he'd poured out the wine.
"I really missed you after you'd gone" I said, feeling the champagne flowing through my veins and giving me the confidence to speak. I took his hand, it just felt so right...
Everyone was tired so decided to have an early night. It was a very busy day ahead tomorrow. I really wanted a long hot soak in the bath so the kids and myself headed back to the suite.
The kids played on the playstation while I soaked myself for ages in a lovely bubbly bath. When I got out they were already in bed, fast asleep. "Bless them they've had a busy day" I thought to myself tucking them in. "What a day!"
My hair was tied up in a top knot and was damp at the ends and all I had wrapped around me was a huge towel. I went over to put the TV on and relax when there was a knock at the door.
I opened the door and it was Tre. My heart must have skipped about eight beats. In his hand he had a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He held them up. "Care to share?" he said. How could I resist this lovely guy who always brought a smile to my face?
I opened the door without speaking and let him in. I noticed his eyes wandering over me. "Let me just go and get something else on" I said suddenly feeling very exposed.
"No you look fine as you are to me" said Mr. Sparkly eyes.
I laughed but insisted I change and went into the bedroom. I threw on a tracksuit, brushed out my hair and quickly applied some mascara, apart from that I had no make up on and felt a bit bare.
When I returned to the room Tre was sitting there with the two glasses of champagne already poured out. He handed me one glass and indicated to sit down next to him. I sat at the opposite end of the sofa and swung my legs up towards him. He looked at my feet. "You don't still wear black toenail varnish?" he said grabbing my foot and laughing.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that" I said trying to kick my foot away. "Ivey noticed you wear black nail varnish sometimes so who are you to talk?" He laughed. "Fair enough" he said.
"Did you ever get that tattoo done that you were always on about?" he asked.
"What, this one?" I said rolling down my trousers slightly to expose my hip with three different coloured stars. Red, yellow, and blue.
"Cool. They suit you." He said. "I didn't think you would really go ahead and do it?"
"Well that just shows how much you really knew me then," I said laughing and taking a huge gulp of champagne to give me a little confidence.
I noticed he wasn't wearing his eyeliner. "Where's your eyeliner gone then?" I asked cheekily.
"Well I'm not gonna wear it to bed am I? It gets all over the pillow and its hell to get out."
"Yeah like you are gonna have to do the washing." I chuckled. He laughed back.
Suddenly he turned serious. "Why didn't you call me?" he said looking into his champagne glass and not at me.
"Oh Tre" I sighed. "I washed your number away in my jeans pocket."
He laughed at that. "Really?"
"Yep. But I thought I wouldn't worry about it too much as I knew that you had my number and address but the weeks kept going by and I didn't hear from you. I just thought you were a rock star and didn't want to know. End of Story. It was good while it lasted. Something to tell your grand kids etc."
"I'm sorry but I lost your number too. Or the bastard airline did. Along with photos and that key ring you gave me"
I'd forgotten the key ring. It was a little drum kit and on the front. Where a band would usually put their name, it had my name and the date we met. We laughed about it at the time as it was so cheap and tacky but he'd obviously remembered it.
"I did try and find you." He said. "The schools wouldn't give out names, wouldn't even say if you worked there or not. We came to England again eight months later and I went to the house but you'd long gone. Where were you?"
"I stayed at my sisters for a while and then managed to get my own home. It's only small but it's mine and Francescas."
"She's a great kid," said Tre.
I started to get nervous talking about Francesco so I changed the subject.
"Are you looking forward to tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yep. I love playing to the fans. They are what it's all about you know?"
Tre poured out a second glass of champagne for both us and leaned towards me with the glass. Why did he always smell so good?
There was no denying the sexual tension between us. I could have taken him buy his tie and led him to the bedroom it was that bad. I knew he was probably thinking something similar.
We were sitting closer now since he'd poured out the wine.
"I really missed you after you'd gone" I said, feeling the champagne flowing through my veins and giving me the confidence to speak. I took his hand, it just felt so right...
