Author's Note: Going to try something a little different in this story and make Tom's Pov's first person instead of third. All opinions welcome.
The next morning…
Tommy…
I looked down at her sleeping frame a moment pensively--trying to figure out how we had gotten to this point—how we had managed almost over two years of bickering and feuding to end up having emotions that I was having a hell of a time trying to figure out. Lust didn't even begin to explain the feelings that swept over me when I looked at her. She had no clue—no clue the kind of thoughts that ran through my head when I knew they shouldn't. She was a friggin' virgin for God's Sake, but two years of sleeping with women in an attempt to forget about her—in an attempt to drown out the roar in my head just wasn't working anymore. It wasn't as if she were some famous supermodel or better yet one of Hugh Heffner's Playboy bunnies. No, she didn't have a seductive bone in her body and yet she was more than seductive—she was downright frustrating the hell out of me. A cold shower sounded really good right now.
My muscles still burned from the exertion the day before, and I grimaced as I walked into the stall of the small bathroom—turning on the showerhead spray before marching into it while clenching my teeth against the cold. I let the frigidness soothe me as my mind wandered again back to her. She had changed a lot since we had met—transforming from the naïve, innocent rocker she had been to an angry rock princess scarred by life—by her family, by me. But her maturity now scared me shitless. Where her innocence had once intrigued me when Georgia had first introduced us, her anger and confidence downright turned me on. That was a problem for me mostly because I had become the champion of cold showers along with this recent absurd need of mine to grab a ciggarette. A knock at the door startled me out of my reverie, and I wrapped a towel around my waist before moving out of the bathroom. Jude stirred on the bed. There was another knock and then another.
"Dammit Tommy! Open up!" Darius called out suddenly from outside, and I froze. Shit! Jude seemed to come to the same realization because her eyes widened way beyond her already wide-eyed appearance both at the sound of Darius's voice and at the sudden realization that she had slept here. Shit! I motioned for her to get up and go into the bathroom. She nodded, but Darius had already started turning the knob on my door and I didn't realize until too late that it wasn't locked. Of course Jude wouldn't have locked it the night before. She would have assumed she didn't have a reason to—only dirty minded producers seemed to think along those lines.
"T, I have a problem with…"Darius began until he noticed my towel clad figure and a very rumpled Jude Harrison standing stoically now behind me. The anger in his face was way beyond the normal realm of comprehension. I knew his policies. I was, after all, his employee and although Jude was eighteen now, inter-office relationships especially between the staff and the artists was strictly prohibited. We were not in a relationship, but this situation did not look good. Not good at all.