The Butterfly House by Lori Meckley Read Free Book Online Page A

I knew my new boss a bit more. He was still a little intimidating, not in a bad way, more in a way you admired someone. He took action and made things happen. I liked that about him already. I was very curious about his friendship with Nolan Walker.
    I was still deep in thought about Nolan and tonight as I started putting on my makeup and wondering if this deep turquoise gown I was going to wear tonight would blend in with my red hair. I kept my makeup a bit on the lighter side, relying on a deep charcoal black and some gray eye shadow, light mascara and no eye liner. I lined my lips with a pale pink. I turned on hot rollers, as I was going to pile big curls on my head with antique hair pins to slide out later. I had lacy gloves and panties that matched my gown. I chose a black pair of strappy heels. My gown was floor length but it had slits up the sides to mid thigh and a very dramatic halter style neckline. My legs were going to be bare with a purpose.
    I began wrapping my hair up in the hot rollers. Once I had them all in, I put on my dress. I carefully took out each roller, ran my fingers lightly through the curls, then piled them on my head, shoving the hair pins in to hold it in place. I gave it all a light dose of hair spray, then dotted some vanilla citrus lotion on my wrists and neck. I liked to smell nice but I preferred it to be a light scent. Nothing was worse than everyone choking on a cloying scent when a person entered a room.
    I was going to sing tonight, an oldie but goodie that I had improvised a little one. I had the song jazzed up with a bit of a pop beat to start out with, then I would sing it old school but a bit more upbeat. I loved this song by Looking Glass. I liked to keep my routine a little different each time. Every now and then a bit of nostalgia was nice.
    I hoped Nolan liked the show tonight, I wanted to him to like it. God where did that thought come from? I was not falling for this man, it was just my need to have a friend , someone to talk to. I could tell myself that but deep down I felt real butterflies when I stood up to leave for the stage. And it was not stage fright butterflies. It was more like the fluttery feeling you get when you are nervous about someone but still excited to see them. I would have to get rid of any notions I had about him, wouldn't I?
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Nolan ~ Nine
    Once again I had sweaty palms as she walked onto the stage. I had seen her perform twice now but this time it was much more intense. I felt my body stirring in places that I had turned off a long time ago. My cock was straining to get as much a look at her as I was. I fought it as I felt sweat beading on my forehead, the room suddenly felt like a sauna.
    She wore this stunning dress in turquoise that showcased her long tan legs, God they went on forever. All I could think about was running my hands down them. I imagined her legs soft and silky, just like her hair. It was piled high on her head, every stunning red curl. My mouth felt dry, but not for water. What my mouth wanted was to taste her, every inch of her as I watched her walk with an intense purpose to the end of the stage. The music playing was an old hit, but I couldn't quite place it because it had a heavy pop beat to it, then suddenly she began to sing. Suddenly I knew the song. It was a classic, Brandy . I remembered the song now, my father used to listen to it all the time but the version Ava sang was very different. She sang deep and with an erotic edge that gave me chills. How was this sexy woman taking her clothes off for money when she could belt out songs like a rock star?
    I watched as she pulled the pins out of her hair as she sang, her hair cascading slowly down hitting her bare shoulders. I imagined each lock landing on my bare chest, fuck where did that come from? I was going to scare her away if she even suspected I was getting turned on by her. It felt dirty and wrong but I didn't care I had to watch as Ava grabbed the