Her eyes opened to see a mountain lake with a modest cottage that sat watching sunset after sunset. The sun was leaving making room for the moon and stars as it did each day. She stood barefoot on the shore gazing at the beauty of it and smiled as large arms enveloped her. A purr slipped through her lips as she snuggled back into the chest of her friend. She turned around and hugging him tightly placing her ear against his chest to hear the strong rhythm inside. Giggling like a schoolgirl she looked in to his warm eyes losing herself in them. As if on cue, their lips attracted as opposing magnets. It was heaven. She stopped and stared in to the depth of his eyes not wanting to spoil the moment. Feelings of content and happiness played through her mind as she looks at her dream man not wanting this moment to end. Feeling chills down her spine as her fingers danced playfully across his hard, rugged shoulders. "Pinch me." Her wish was his command and to her delight she felt the most sensual pain that she could have ever have felt in her life as he pinched her on her arm. Not wanting to waist the opportunity given to her she grabs the back of his head and slams her tongue into his mouth. She melted in his arms as he squeezed her closer to him, threatening to make her a part of his being. Their lips locked for what seemed an eternity. Giddy is how she felt, just like a schoolgirl. Beautiful place, a gorgeous man, what else could I want? Her fantasy had come true… or had it? Her demeanor went from happiness to disbelief as her companion spoke. "Would you like another drink?" His voice did not match the rugged arms that held her. It was feminine. Her smile turned to a frown as the beautifully rugged face slowly softened and became the waitress that had been waiting on her since she sat at her booth.
A long somber sigh whined from her lips as she went from a perfect paradise back to the cold harsh world. She began to think it was time to leave. But whom would she go home to? Her last friend left because he said she was to bossy. Her friend before that left her for another woman. Hell, maybe I will just drink myself into a stupor and have someone pour me into a cab. Maybe ill get a kick outta someone coping a few feels. With a sarcastic smirk she takes another sip and goes to the ladies room. As she returned to her table the live band was setting up their equipment. She moved from her booth to a table near the stage. Somewhat annoyed by the blunt end to her daydream she finished her drink and waited for the band to start playing.
Several minutes went. The waitress placed her another Courvoisier on the table. What is so wrong with me that I can't get a decent guy? I'm a good-looking girl. I got a nice job and a comfortable apartment. What? Do I have dingy broad written on my forehead or something? With each passing minute, with each sip of the drink questions started coming to her questions that were unable to be answered.
"May I join you?" this derailed her train of thought. She looked down at her glass. Sigh. Not another sorry ass man with those sorry ass lines. "Look, buddy I…" she stopped short as her gaze met a gorgeous pair of eyes "don't mind not at all." Her mood took a turn for the better as he sat down. This guy had definite potential. He smiled at her politely, "Thanks. I hope I'm not disturbing you." "Not at all," she replied clearing her throat. He placed a case on his lap and opened it. She stared hungrily at him wanting to jump on him and strip him down to nothing and have her way with him right there in the middle of the club. No matter how fun it sounded, she didn't want to make a fool of herself much less spend a few nights in jail. She played it cool. Her dignity was to be maintained and no man would ever get the satisfaction of seeing her play the fool. Keep cool girl he's just another slab of meat, Grade prime meat, but meat none the less.
She sat there pretending to ignore him. But how could she ignore a man with shoulders that looked liked they had been chiseled out of stone. Her mind raced endlessly trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make her sound like a complete whore even though she wanted to rape the man. She closed her eyes and started to drift again. She caught herself and opened her eyes just in time to see him lift a black alto saxophone. Finally! She exclaimed to herself. At last something to talk about.
"You play the sax, huh?" she asked knowing the obvious. "I play a few notes here and there but nothing to brag about," he replies with a smile that sends Goosebumps down her spine. "Really," she replies crossing her legs as she tapped the table with her fingernail "perhaps you can play me a tune sometime." A chuckle left his mouth as me smiled again, "Maybe." He extended his hand across the table to meet hers "Lesley. Lesley LeAnthony" he introduced himself. "Domoniq LaSalle. Pleased to meet you."
"Maybe we could play a few notes together sometime." His eyes lit up, "You play sax?" His smile went from a polite how do you do to a lets get to know one another smile. "I can but my horn is the trumpet." This should interesting. " Trumpet is cool but the but the saxophone is, sensual" he answered her statement with low sexual overtones in his voice that made her shiver. "Sensual, huh? Sounds interesting," sipping her drink. She did play the trumpet but that was ten years ago. But like a bike once you learn you never forget. Just like sex.
"Oh it can be," he replies "for example in..." he stopped short at the sight of his bass player coming toward the stage. "Excuse, Miss LaSalle." "Please, Domoniq" she replied extending her hand. He nodded smiling "Domoniq we'll definitely have finish this conversation some other time."
"How about after your set?"
"Solid. It's a date."
Lesley stepped on the stage with the rest of his ensemble and the lights on the stage went dim. The emcee for the night stepped to the stage and picked up the mic from the stand. "Ladies and gentlemen as you all know on Friday night we showcase some of this cities local talent and talent is definitely what we have for you tonight. I've known this kid since he was a baby trying to pick up his daddy's sax. We all could tell from the age of two, that he was gonna play a mean horn. Well he's all grown up now or at least he thinks he's grown." A low chuckle comes from the crowd. "Anyway without further adieu I give you the Lesley LeAnthony Ensemble." Applause is low and mellow like the lighting the emcee and Lesley hug and like family as he leaves the stage.
The piano player starts a slow rift followed by the bass gently adding to the sound. Lesley looked to Domoniq winking as he placed his lips on the reed. She smiled as she watched Lesley getting in to the opening of the song like it was a part of him. Lucky instrument she thought as she watched his hands skillfully moved across the keys. She was spellbound by note after note song after song. At the end of the set, the audience was on their feet. Domoniq remained seated even though she was very impressed.
Not much impressed Domoniq. She smiled to as Lesley stepped off the stage and came toward her table. This will be definitely interesting.