Chapter Three

On my way to G Major, the clouds had darkened and it began to rain. And I without a coat or umbrella. I pulled into the parking lot and parked as close to the front door as possible, which wasn't that close at all. I hurried out of my car and made my way as quick as I could on 5" heels inside the building. I paused in the lobby, feeling like a drowned rat, and very not attractive.

There was a slow, silky chuckle coming from my right. I looked up and swung my gaze over and locked eyes with Tommy's gaze.

"Hey!" I said enthusiastically, flashing him a winning (I hoped) smile.

"Hey." He echoed, approaching me and looking me up and down slowly, "You. Look. Great."

"I look like shit."

He grinned. "No, a little soggy, but still beautiful."

"My, those are pretty words, Quincy."

"Only for you."

I shook my head, reached out, pulled him to me, and hugged him close. It felt so good being in his arms again.

"You're getting me wet." He muttered.

My mind went in the gutter, but I flashed an innocent smile. Tommy took me by my hand and led me into the studio. Inside, Georgia and EJ were waiting for me. Those two appeared to be frozen in time. I hugged them both, marveling at how they hadn't changed. They looked the same as they did 10 years ago.

"Girl, you have to get out of those clothes." Georgia said sternly, "You're gonna get sick."

I smiled. "I just need a new shirt, my skirt appears to be water repellent."

They laughed and Tommy moved to a chair, where a white button-down shirt was resting across the back.

"Here." He said, tossing it to me, "I don't need it."

"Thanks. Be right back."

I exited the room and went down the hall into the ladies' bathroom. Inside, I locked the door, placed Tommy's shirt on the counter, and began to strip. I removed my bra and corset and laid them over the top of the stall. I grabbed a paper towel and dried of the excess moisture that beaded across my skin. Once dry, I picked up Tommy's shirt, his cologne instantly filling my nostrils. Mmm, I was addicted to that scent.

I put it on, leaving the top four buttons undone. I then tied it around the waist, leaving my mid-drift exposed. I bent down and removed my shoes, then peeled off the thigh-highs.

Next, I looked in the mirror and saw my make-up was beginning to run. Oh, yeah, real beautiful. I thought to myself, grabbing another paper towel and wiping it all off. Then I gathered up my hair and put it up in a high ponytail.

I could still feel the water dripping down my back. The wetness from the shirt mixed with the coolness of the air-conditioned air and I shivered. With a sigh, I crossed my arms over my chest and exited the bathroom and padded barefoot back to the studio. Tommy was sitting in a chair, alone, when I entered.

"Where's Georgia and EJ?" I asked.

"Georgia got a phone call and EJ had some scheduling to do."

Ah. I sat down across from him and put my feet in his lap, like I did all those years before. He smiled and rested his hand on my knee. His skin was warm; it sent shivers through me.

"God, I missed you, Jude." He said.

"You didn't have to stop talking to me after I got married." I pointed out.

"I know." He sighed, "But it was…hard."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I remained quiet. Tommy sighed again and moved beside me, forcing my knees to bend so they were upright over the arm of his chair. We sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Why does this seem so hard?" he asked outloud.

I looked at him.

"Maybe it's 'cuz you're focusing on the past, Tommy." I replied gently, "And not focusing on now."

"I think you're right." He muttered softly.

Tommy then leaned over in a swift movement and pressed a soft, tentative kiss on my lips. I was so shocked that I, for once, that I was unable to kiss him back (for once). Once he pulled back, I searched his eyes and saw the apprehension and the worry. Instantly, I wanted to rob that look from him. So, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

He kissed me back and I felt the relief run through his body. Our kiss continued, and his hand curled around my neck; bringing us closer, despite our chairs. When we parted for breath, our eyes locked and I wanted more. We kissed again, harder, more passionate. When we parted for the second time, Tommy got out of his seat, causing my legs to slide from his lap. He grabbed my hands and dragged me with him, leading me out of the room.

Within five minutes, we were in a storage closet, with the door locked, mauling each other like horny teenagers. I had secretly waited for this for years and was enjoying every last second. Tommy's hand slid up my leg and went under my skirt, into my panties, and began to do some very NC-17 things.

"Tommy," I whispered in a rush, "N-not here."

"You're right." He replied, removing his hand, "Let's finish this at your place."