Chapter Two

Tommy strolled into G Majors casually, not letting on that he knew he was already 45 minutes late. He saw a pair of slender legs swinging on the receptionist's desk and just stopped. He knew those legs and as his eyes traveled up, he knew that shirt too. She'd stolen his favorite shirt! And hell if it didn't look unnaturally good on her. It is way too big for her, but that didn't stop his mouth from going dry. The cuffs were rolled up and only about 3 buttons look buttoned. Was she wearing anything underneath? Oh yeah that would be no, since he had found her bra wedged between the sheets, a matching bra, to those delicious little panties. She looked as if she had just stepped from some guy's bed, hair tousled, wearing his shirt. Was she wearing any pants?! He could just see a fringe of denim skirt underneath the hem of his shirt. He noticed the guy standing too close to her. He was whispering something in he ear and she was laughing. The guy's name was Travis or Taylor or something, one of their newly signed artists. His face reflected a scowl as he walked up to them.

"Shouldn't you be working?" He said to her rudely. She gave him a mocking smile.

"Well my producer was M.I.A. so I was told to wait like a good little girl." He wanted to throttle her or did he want to kiss her so she'd shut up. He headed for the Studio A, not giving her a chance to catch up.

"Sorry" Jude said to Trevor with a smile. "Guess he didn't get his morning coffee."

"No probs. We still on for tonight?"

"Of course" He reached for her waist and swung her down. "Thanks. I'll see you later Trevor" Jude took a detour to the kitchen before heading in.

"You took your sweet time" Tommy snapped.

"I had to say goodbye" She had a secretive smile on her face that was driving him mad. She handed him a latte which he barely registered. "Besides I knew you'd need the caffeine"

"Jude we need to talk. After we're done here could you...?" She shook her head.

"Nope can't."

"Why not?"

"I have a date" Tommy felt the blood rushing in his head.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend." She laughed at him.

"Since when does going on a date imply dating someone? You'd have alot of explaining to do to all those 'girlfriends' you never called back"

"Jude!" Where was his Jude? His Jude did not go on random dates with random guys. She liked relationships.

"Look Quincy it's none of your business what I do or with whom I do it. Can we just get back to the music?" She sighed.

" Alright" What did she plan on doing and who was the guy?

He watched his girl walk out the door to get ready for her 'date'. All day long all he had been able to think about was the look of her this morning. She was everything he had imagined her to be. He had to remember what happened last night. Little bits of information were making their way back into his brain, but the most important question hadn't been answered. Had he called her last night? He got his cell phone out and checked it.11:33pm Jude. Why had he called her? He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Later that night a silver sports car pulled up to the curb. Trevor got out to open the door for his date. She was laughing at something he said, so didn't notice the black Porsche on the other side of the street. Trevor leaned in for a kiss and she returned it. They hugged for a minute, still laughing about something and then he got in his car and drove off. He called to her as she started for her front door. She turned in surprise, an expression he couldn't read crossed her face.

"Well Mr. Quincy how can I help you? Isn't it about time to tuck in one of your 'girlfriends'?"

"Look Harrison can the sarcasm for once will you."

"What do you want that can't wait till tomorrow?"

"I need to know what happened last night." He almost growled.

"I told you, nothing.Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I was sober this morning."

"And?"

"And I could barely keep from touching you. I was drunk last night. Did I hurt you?" She scoffed at him.

"I didn't know I was so irresistible. And, no you didn't hurt me last night." She looked at him consideringly. " Tommy did you ever think it might be better if you didn't know?"

"How the hell would it be better?" She gave him a dirty little smile that made his pulse race.

"Well I get my memories and you don't get any guilt from banging little ol' me."

"Are you saying we did?" She laughed at him. He was starting to find that very annoying.

"Don't believe everything you hear. Oh and by the way you shouldn't drink so much. The next girl that brings you home might not be so gentle with you."

"What is the deal with you Harrison?" He grabbed her arm trying to get her to really look at him.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do. I woke up this morning to some sexy tease. You are not that girl!"

"And I thought you didn't remember..." She teased some more.

"Jude, you have to tell me!"

"I don't have to tell you anything. Do you actually remember us doing anything?" He didn't respond. "Then why do you keep insisting I tell you we did?" Because then there wouldn't be anything stopping me from doing it again. What was the matter with him? It was her. Evil Jude was driving him crazy. Yeah crazy with lust. It was just lust wasn't it?

"Because you're different. Something happened with us."

"Quincy there is no us." She licked her lips suggestively. "At least not that you remember." And she laughed at him, as he swore under his breath, and walked to his car.

Tommy found himself back at the Devil Ray. Maybe Joe the bartender could tell him something. Joe nodded to him as he sat at the bar.

" Usual Tom?"

"Actually I need info. Can you tell me what I did when I was here last night?"

"Drinking?" Tommy laughed.

"Yeah I remembered that this morning. Did I meet anyone here?"

"Well you know you always have a few ladies coming up to you."

"Do you remember anyone specific? Did I go home with one of them?"

"You called someone I think. Cute blonde. Big, blue eyes came in about half an hour later. I was kinda busy so I didn't hear much. You did mention the L word a couple times." Tommy felt a punch in the gut. This vague memory came to his mind. He had called Jude and said he needed a ride. When she got there he could only stare. He had thought she was so beautiful. When her big eyes scanned the bar, she had that look when she'd spotted him. The look that said forever. Is that what he had said to her? Shit, but he still couldn't see it clearly.