A/N: I don't own Instant Star yaddh yadda yadda
Part 7
The phone had been ringing for the past 15 minutes nonstop but the girl behind the counter was too busy staring out at nothing to notice. His hands secured the area above her shoulders on the wall. She could feel the heat radiating off his body in waves. She held her breath waiting for him to do something. Her heart pounded too loudly in her ears. She saw him leaning in predatorily. She closed her eyes and parted her lips in anticipation. "Are you gonna get that, miss?" said a slightly annoyed voice. "What? I'm sorry. Good afternoon G Major how may I direct your call" she said in a honeyed tone. The suit clad man nodded stiffly and went on his way. "Hey, girl, I brought you something" he said as he brought something behind his back. "I love you right now! You are a God! I worship at your feet! Seriously I would do anything for you right now! Just name it" the young woman said gratefully grabbing the drink from his hand as she gulped the contents. He watched her lazily. Her eyes were half slits, the corners of her mouth tugged up, and an expression of pure rapture on her face. Suddenly he was transported to that changing room, where there was little room to maneuver around, and a thin layer of gauze that separated two bodies. The girl wiped her mouth with her arm and stared at him. "Thinking happy thoughts are we Quincy!" she said. He was snapped out of his reverie with those words. "Huh!" he said dumbly still totally not aware of his surroundings or the words coming out of her lips. She subtly gestured. He quickly looked down, grabbed the vase of flowers on the reception desk, and bolted from the desk as if someone had lit a match under his ass. "May I suggest a sound proof booth? Studio C is currently unoccupied!" she said with mirth as she brought her hands to her mouth to suppress a burble of laughter that was threatening to escape her lips.
