Rock Hard Love(31)
We wound up in James’ hot tub and as the sun disappeared and the evening grew cooler. It felt like we needed a bottle of wine but instead, James produced a bottle of expensive Italian sparkling water, citrus slices and two crystal wine glasses from his house. Perfect!
“Even though I’m sober, certain times you just need a glass or a bottle in your hand,” he explained. I knew what he meant. James had something else with him and after a few moments, he pulled a dark cigar from a case, clipped the cap and toasted the end until it burned red producing clouds of bluish smoke. I wasn’t big on smoking but it was James’ house and honestly, he looked hot as hell smoking that big cigar. It was one hundred percent James. It even smelled sexy and manly too.
We cuddled in the tub and I let the uncertainty take a back seat for the moment. How this would all turn out, I had no idea. I was now Battery’s agent, James and I were apparently an item but one question nagged at me. “How am I going to make a living?” I asked. James looked at me as if I was stark raving mad and pulled the cigar from his mouth.
“You’re Battery’s agent. There’s a salary involved, you know,” he said. I looked at him and I suppose it was a stupid question.
“I didn’t really think it through. This has been a bit of a whirlwind,” I said and then added, “as long as the fringe benefits don’t stop, I don’t really care.” James laughed and kissed me. He tasted like the expensive cigar he was smoking, in other words like the rough and tumble man he was and that turned me on. Just a week ago, I would have found the idea repulsive, but I’d learned a lot about James and myself since then. He pulled me closer to him as we looked over the ocean and towards the lights of Los Angles to the southeast. This seemed perfect but I had no idea there were forces already conspiring against James and I. Nevertheless, life was good for now, maybe even perfect, and I was blissfully unaware.