Big Girls Don’t Cry Part Twelve

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“Sweet Dreams are Made of These”
I am on my way to south Florida to see Ray and I am listening to a mix of music that Sara has on her IPOD.   I don’t know how she finds these amazing artists but everything I have heard so far is not played on main stream radio.  Right now it’s the composer we listened to the other night, David McSparron, the song is called Miles to Go she said she found him on YouTube.  His music has my brain running in a million different directions in a good way.  I feel so moved; it makes me ponder what has happened over the last few days.  The song switches to another one of his called Trainand I smile.  For some reason it reminds of my kiss at midnight.  Who is Michael?  Why is that kiss still lingering on my lips?
Tom says he will check for me but he thinks Michael is his bosses’ brother.  Hopefully he can find out more for me because I can’t seem to get him out of my head.  My phone pings and I see I have a text from Ray and I feel a twinge of guilt now.  I am still confused on how I am supposed to feel about Ray and what we do or do not have.  He made me experience things I didn’t think possible but his line of work in not conducive of a stable relationship forget the fact that he lives a couple of hours away.
Before I left Sara told me that I just have to go have fun and not worry about silly labels and enjoy the moments I have and wave my freak flag high above my head.  I have to admit she has a point.  And she also reminded me that it isn’t very often that some very hot guy waits all night for the chance to kiss a perfect stranger at a party.  I touch my lips thinking about that kiss and this distracts me and I almost miss my exit.  Focus!  The butterflies are starting again in my stomach as I pull into Ray’s driveway.  My body is suddenly very much awake at the moment and when Ray opens the door and pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply and urgently the electricity is in overdrive.
He pushes the front door shut and locks it with one hand while the other is tugging at the button of my jeans.  He isn’t wasting any time!  I want to stop and at least say hello but my body has a mind of its own right now and nothing is going to stand in the way of responding to his every touch.  We are engaged in a clumsy dance of kissing, touching and moving not really looking where we are going but somehow we make it down the hall way to his room.  Clothes are being tugged and pulled and I feel the cool wall against my back and my arms pinned above my head as Ray pulls my shirt up over my head before he makes his way south to relieve me of my jeans.  “I’ve missed you Annie.”
I groan deep my throat and reach down pulling his shirt up and off him.  He stands up and looks at me and I feel so shy again.  He smiles at this and grabs me and pulls me onto the bed with him.  It is very chilly in the room and I notice there are candles everywhere in the room, so many that it has taken on a glow of flickering light which makes shadows dance off our skin.  I lay back against a pillow while he runs his hands up and down the length of my body.  He looks at me and I can see the hunger in his eyes.  “Do you trust me?” he says as he picks up a candle.  I stutter slightly, “ye…yes.”  Taking my hand and turning it palm up he slowly pours a small pool of hot melted wax into my palm.  I immediately flinch from the heat but he holds my hand steady.  “Did that hurt?”  He is looking right into my eyes and I slowly shake my head.  It is a different kind of pain but it is sensual at the same time.  “Close your eyes.”  I must look like a deer caught in the headlights because he gives me a boyish grin.  “Annie I am not going to hurt you I promise.  If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable just tell me to stop and I will ok?”
“Yes, ok.”  This comes out in a whisper. I close my eyes but I can hear him moving around and I try to peek out from under my lashes.  “No peeking!  Do I need to get the scarf out?”  I giggle at this.  “No, I will be good.”  My body is shaking with anticipation of what is to come.  He is right next to me again and leans down and his lips brush against mine.  “You ready for a whole new level of me baby?”  I can hear ice cubes clinking in a glass and suddenly my stomach tightens as cold drops of water splash my skin. 
He does this several times making me shiver from the cold and I realize what he is going to do right before he does it.  The hot wax isn’t as bad as I thought it would be and he goes over the same areas on my stomach as he did with the cold drops of water.  He goes back and forth between the water and the wax until I can’t take it anymore and I grab him and pull him down onto me.  “Please Ray!  Stop. Teasing. Me.  I don’t know how much more I can handle you are making me shiver for all the right reasons.”  He smiles that cryptic smile again.  “Good cause I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”
I wake up tangled in sheets and very thirsty.  The alarm clock says it is 10:30am.  I don’t even know what time we finally fell asleep last night or was it this morning?  I look over at Ray who is on his side with his back toward me.  I reach over and lightly touch his skin.  It is warm to the touch.  My head is groggy and I feel drunk even though we didn’t drink last night.  I get a drink of water and crawl back into bed and am instantly asleep.
My phone beeping wakes me up and I realize the room is dark again.  I sit up and look at my phone.  It is 8pm.  Shit!   I didn’t realize I had slept so long.  Ray’s side of the bed is empty.  There is a note from Ray.  I smile when I read it.  He wants me to come to the club tonight and hang out with him.  I quickly shower peeling bits of candle wax off my stomach and chest and get dressed.  The club is right around the corner so I am there by 10pm.  The place is already packed and I see Ray in the DJ booth talking to a few girls.  I watch as he does a shot off one of the girls’ chest.  There is a knocking in my stomach and I realize I am jealous.  This is something new for me.  I am not the jealous type and besides there are no labels here.  I am just having fun. Right?  He had warned me about this part of his job.
I order water from the bartender and make my way toward the booth with a smile plastered to my face.  What is wrong with me?!  Get a grip girl!  I take a deep breath and stand right beside the girls waiting for him to see me.  He gives me a smile and turns back to the girls.  I can see that wasn’t the first shots they have done.  They are very busty and young and they are fawning all over him like he is a rock star.  He is flirting with them and making them giggle at some dirty joke.  This is part of his job and I realize now that this part sucks.  He sees the look on my face and excuses himself from the girls.  “What’s wrong?”  He has to yell over the music and I tell he already knows.  He leans close to my ear and his lips send shivers down my spine.  “I told you this is the part most girls don’t want to deal with. This is part of what I do, this is who I am.”
I grab him and give him a deep kiss that makes the girls squeal and clap their hands.  “I had a great time Ray and no worries there are no labels here. You made me feel wonderful and amazing things but I am gonna head out.”  I turn to leave and he grabs my hand.  “Just stay.  I will be off in a few hours and we can hang out.”  I smile at him and shake my head.  “It’s ok Ray really.  Maybe I will see you again when I am back down this way.”  As I am making my way toward the front I hear the familiar beat of Sweet Dreams playing through the speakers.  I look back and he is staring at me with a grin on his face.  This was one of the songs he played last night.
I call Sara from the road to let her know I am coming back tonight.  My tone of voice tells her not to ask questions just yet.  “Just drive safe and I will see you when you get home.  Oh and you have flowers!”  I am shocked.  “I do?  What kind and who are they from?”  Sara laughs.  “A beautiful arrangement of pink camellias and gardenias the smell is intoxicating.  There is a card but I am not opening it.  My guess is they are from Michael.  That must have been some kiss the other night.”  Well now I have something to look forward to when I get home.  I crank up the music and roll down the windows in the car so I can feel the wind on my face.  Are those flowers from Michael?  I smile because I can’t wait to find out.
  

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