Chapter 18

Thanks to babigrl875luv, TheHollister, Dawnie-7, Evangeline Rose and CandieBabie30 for R & R. This is short, I know but summer vacations are a wonderful thing!

Alex woke up gradually becoming aware of a weight across her shoulders. Rolling over she realized with a grin that she had been sleeping under the outstretched arm of the Bahne-Cadillac Freestyle Champion. At least that was her best guess based on the beautiful golden hair cascading across the pillow. She was filled with memories of all that happened yesterday and long into the night. Her movements seemed to nudge Stacy towards wakefulness and he tightened his grip on her, spooning up close from behind her.

"Hey," he mumbled sleepily.

"Hey yourself," she answered snuggling into his embrace.

"I had an incredible time last night," he breathed into her ear.

"Aww, you say that like its over," she giggled, turning over to reconnect with those luscious lips.

"Yum, breakfast of champions," he said snacking on her bottom lip.

Half an hour later they were untangling themselves from the blankets when the phone started ringing out in the hall. "You gonna get that?" Stacy asked.

"I'm pretty happy right here," Alex stretched languidly, "After all its Sunday morning…uh, afternoon," after a quick check of the clock. "Day of rest ya know."

"Go get it, they're not giving up." Stacy opined, "Besides I'm looking forward to watching you walk away," he grinned mischievously

She rose to the challenge (and out of the bed) and did her best hip swinging sashay towards the door.

"Hello? Yes, this is Alexandra Boylan, who's this?" Oh sure, Ian said he would have a word with you. Sorry I took so long to pick up, I was doing someone um, um something around the house." Come on mouth, don't fail me now, she prayed silently.

Stacy leaned up on his elbow, watching Alex in the doorway, continuing to hear her one side of the phone conversation.

"That's true, Mick, no true rock 'n roller would be too quick this time on Sunday. Yeah my parents have been gone about 6 months now…Thank you; I miss them a lot too. Yep, Robert's going to be in Cali in a few weeks, he's still really having a hard time recuperating from the accident…I would love to come up and talk to you about a job." She glanced at Stacy questioningly, "Come out to see you in Malibu, at the Jolly Roger, tomorrow? Around 5:00?"

Stacy nodded enthusiastically, mouthing "Yeah, I'll take you."

"Sure, I'll be there, looking forward to meeting you, thanks for calling." Alex concluded the call. She skipped excitedly back into the bedroom, doing a barrel roll over Stacy, pulling him towards her.

"That was the guy from that bar in Malibu, you know the one- the bar owner that my dad's friend Ian, remember him from the concert - said he would talk to? He wants me to come in for an interview as a bartender tomorrow when they open, around 5:00. Can you really take me? I'm so happy to have a chance to get a job. I mean, selling urethane wheels is only paying so much." Her words came out in a breathless stream.

"That's gnarly, honey, I'll definitely drive you up to Malibu, I'll just surf up there that morning." Stacy hugged her encouragingly.

"Surfing? Morning? Oh! No, no, you gotta think rock and roll. 5:00 PM is their early morning. In fact Mick, he's the owner of the Jolly Roger, was saying he was happy I didn't get to the phone too quickly because early Sunday afternoon isn't the time any true rock and roller would be moving too fast." Alex filled Stacy in on her conversation.

"Yeah, well you did sound pretty rock n roll on the phone," Stacy giggled, "Ya realize you said you were doing someone, not something around the house at first?"

Alex rolled over on her back and shielded her eyes; "Oh shit, you see you shouldn't have made me get out of bed to answer the phone when I was so clearly thinking only about you. Maybe he didn't catch that, Mick sounded pretty worn out himself."

"I'm sure it would have woken him right up if he realized he was interviewing a naked woman," Stacy laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

"You are not building up my confidence for this interview, I mean really, who needs to wear the cheerleader outfit now?"

Stacy smiled and rubbed her cheek; "If this guy recognizes even a tiny bit of how special you are, you'll have the job- no problem. And I definitely am your cheerleader; just don't have the legs for the uniform."

"That's OK, I don't have the uniform, so I'll just have to wrap myself in your legs." And she did just that.