“What do you think?” I asked.
“It’s perfect.”
“Almost perfect. It’s missing something.” I leaned in, brushed a thumb under her eye, and caught the tears that were falling.
“What?”
“You. Your voice.”
“No,” she said slowly, shaking her head, catching on to what I was insinuating. “Nope, un unh. I don’t sing.”
“I don’t want you to sing,” I said, standing up and heading to the booth. “I just want your voice.” I opened the booth door and turned back to her. “Come on. Just talk. That’s it.”
She stared at me like I was about to grow a second head, but I didn’t budge.
“Fine, but when I ruin your song, don’t say anything.” She rolled into the booth and parked right under the mic.
“You're not going to ruin it.” I adjusted the mic down to her level, then slipped the headphones over her ears.
“I’ma be right out there.” I brushed my thumb over her lips before stepping out of the booth and dropping into the chair at the board. I placed my headphones on as I stared at my baby through the glass. She was cute in the booth, even if she looked terrified to breathe.
“Say something,” I said into the mic.
“Say what?”
“Say whatever.”
“Hi… Hello.” She leaned forward, lips barely near the mic, and I snorted. I laughed so damn hard.
“Hell nah. You sound like you callin’ the doctor’s office or some shit. Say somethin’ else.”
“I don’t… I don’t know what to say.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, you do,” I said. “Just breathe. It’s just me and you. Just talk to me.”
“Just talk to you,” she repeated, inhaling softly. “I don’t think I ever felt this safe with somebody before, and it scares me.”
My hand froze on the buttons.Damn.I wasn’texpecting her to get that deep.
“That’s good, baby. Say somethin’ else. Keep goin’.”
The urge to be right back in her space hit me hard, and I hit the record button again without thinking. Then I shoved the headphones down and walked back into the booth.
“I told you I didn’t know what to say,” she whispered, looking so damn innocent. I didn’t say anything, just kept approaching her. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothin’,” I muttered, closing the door behind me. “Keep talkin’ into the mic.”
I crouched in front of her chair and slid my hands up her thighs. I smirked as goosebumps rose on her skin, and her words got caught in her throat.
“I-I…” She tried to speak, but I kept running my hands up her thighs, inching her skirt further up her legs. “I’m… I mean?—”
“Mhm.” I pushed her knees open and stared at her pretty pussy in the black, lace panties she had on.Fuck.“Talk to me.”
“Ooh!” She sucked in a breath as I propped one of her legs gently on the arm of her chair. Her eyebrows shot up.
“Quade,… what are you?—”
“Helping you get your words right,” I said. She was nervous, and the only way I knew how to make her relax was this. “Is that good?”
