The next day in the recording studio, Corrine blew Winston away (usually he could have cared less about the recording sessions, but he had to hear her...and see her).  She wore a pair of tight jeans and a peasant shirt, which demanded the attention of his eyes, and she hit every take perfectly, which demanded the attention of his ears.  She was at home in the studio and this pleased him immensely.  After a few cuts, they took a break.

      "Corrine," Winston said when she came out of the booth,  "You're amazing.  You're absolutely amazing."

      "Thank you, Winston."  She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

      "The food here is a little...lacking.  Let me take you out, you've been working very hard today."

      "O.K."

      "Wonderful."  He turned to the rest of the crew in the studio.  "Everyone break for two hours, rest up and we'll get back to work around eight."  Winston led her out to his limo and opened the door for her; she slid in.  He sat next to her.  "Things are going wonderfully in there, Corrine."

      "I didn't think it'd be so easy."

      "It's usually not."  He slid closer to her.  "Usually it takes hours, even days, for one cut.  You're very professional."  He put his hand on her leg.

      "Winston, no," she said softly.

      "You can't tell me that you don't feel the immense tension between us."

      "You're right, there's certainly a lot of it, but I can't."

      "You seemed all for it two nights ago."  His breath grew heavy.

      "I wanted the contract, Winston...and I got it." 

      "And it had nothing to do with me?  You don't want me at all?"

      She began to yell.  "Yes!  O.K.?  Yes, Winston, I want you.  Are you happy now?" 

      He smiled.  "Quite."  He leaned into her and kissed her, she pushed him off even though she didn't want to.  "What seems to be the problem?"

      "You're married, Winston, remember?"

      "And?"

      "And I'm not like that."  She felt tears welling in her eyes.

      "Please, everyone's like that in this business, especially when money and power are involved."  Winston seemed to think that she was playing more games with him.

      "Not everyone is after money and power, Winston.  You've been living in your own little Newquay universe too long.  I could care less about your money!  I want to sing and you're the one giving me that opportunity!"

      "Ha!  Do you have any idea how many times I've heard that?"  He grabbed her and forcefully kissed her, she tried again to push him off, but eventually gave up and let him win.  She wrapped her arms, and eventually her legs, around him.  His kisses became slightly softer, but not much.  He groped at her and pulled the elastic top of her peasant shirt down off of her shoulders.  He pulled away slightly to catch his breath.  "I thought you weren't like this?" he laughed.

      "I-I'm not...I am human though."  Winston attacked her neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue.  "Oh, Winston..."

      "You want me, don't you, Corrine?  Tell me that you want me."

      "I want you, Winston...oh God, I want you..."  He started to slip her shirt down lower, but she stopped him.  "No!"  She slid out from under him.

      "What the hell are you trying to pull, you tease?"  Winston was incredibly angry, but obviously still excited, the proof was in his trousers.

      "I'm not a tease!  I want you Winston...Trust me, I want you...I just can't do it.  I can't be like that, I can't have the guilt."

      "What, Claudia?"  She nodded at him.  "She's away at rehab," his voice softened, "she'll never know."

      "I'll know."

      Winston rolled his eyes, but he stopped pressuring her and they did get something to eat.  They also made sure to "clean up."  After all, the crew hardly needed to know what went on while they were gone.  When they returned to the studio, Corrine had some ballads to record and due to the mood she was in, she was amazing.  Winston watched her every move.  He *had* to have her.  The session wrapped up at around two in the morning.  All of the lead vocals were done.  She'd have to go back in to do harmonizations and such, but the hardest part was completed in record time.

      Corrine was trying to avoid Winston as she snuck out to her car.  He followed her.

      "What if I leave her?" he yelled after her.

      Corrine stopped and turned around.  "What?  Are you crazy?"

      "No, but I need to be with you, I can't stand it.  I want you...badly."

      "You only want me so much because you can't have me, Winston.  If you did, you'd get bored and that would be the end of everything, including my career.  Not to mention the fact that you can't leave her unless you have one hell of a prenup..."

      "I do...and the divorce papers have been drawn up for months.  I'll leave Claudia...then can I have you?"

      "See, you act like I'm a possession!  Can you have me?  Nobody can have me, Winston."

      "We'll just see about that."  He grabbed her again and kissed her, roughly, smearing her lipstick once again.  "You'll change your mind."  He turned and left. 

      Corrine smiled to herself.   "He's gonna leave the bitch," she thought.  She drove home.