11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

~ Tiffany ~

" A re you going to leave me hanging, or do I have to guess?"

I sipped my iced coffee as I peeked through a nearby clothing store, checking out some of the pieces. I loved teasing Charlene like this.

"Guess what?"

"The song, Tiffany. There's a shit-eating grin on your face and my guess is it has something to do with Heath."

"I might have blown him at his piano last night after hearing the song we've been practicing to."

I grinned as her jaw hit the floor. It was fucking epic. And priceless.

"Well, thanks for being blunt. How's the song?"

"Son of a bitch, Charlene, it's gorgeous. He had me in tears. I found the only way to repay the favor for such a wonderful piece was by pleasing him. He sported a boner as soon as I walked through the door. So, being a good person, I had to help."

"Think you can make him have a better mood at practice?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no way that was happening. But before I could respond, a ding sounded, and I checked my phone.

What are you doing?

[Shopping with a friend, sharing all the dirty secrets about you, why?]

Make sure they sell it to the right people for a good penny.

I laughed at that; glad he could poke fun at himself.

I'll make sure she does.

Ohh, she? So, I don't have to be jealous.

I rolled my eyes again, deciding to take a look in the store. There was something in the far back that caught my eye.

"Let me guess, lover boy," Charlene teased, following me in.

"We do a lot of texting. He seems to really be in the studio more, so I try not to bug him when he's in. And he texts when he needs a mental break."

"You know, I read an article about him not too long ago that said he was struggling to find anything worthwhile to create or sing.All of a sudden, he's pushing new songs on us and seems to be in the studio. You're good for him," she told me, bumping my hip.

I knew he claimed I was his muse, and that he had done a song about me, but I still didn't think I deserved all the hype.All I did was release the creative blocked wall. The rest was on him.

"I don't know about all of that," I finally muttered, looking through the red dresses. There were some gorgeous ones here and I held one up. "Oh my god, isn't this perfect for the show? And they have two, which should work for our sizes.If not, I can take them in a bit."I put it against my body and handed the other to Charlene.

"Oh yes, they have the flare we want.Perfect!" Charlene took both dresses and flung them over her arm before turning me around. "Want a dare?"

"Sure!"

"Take that lingerie set, snap a picture, and send it to your man."

My eyes followed her finger and my jaw dropped.There wasn't anything to the set.The bra was just some cups with a sheer material covering the nipple and the panties were nothing more than a g-string.Hell, why wear anything at all?

"Are you serious?

"Yes, I want to see what he tells you."

I twisted my lip because I was kind of curious too. With a sigh, I got the sales associate's attention to opening a dressing room and darted back with the product. After I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but grin. Give me some high heels and a whip and I was out for sexual domination.

With a fluttering stomach, I grabbed my phone, posed in the mirror, and took a picture, making sure I covered all the perfect angles that would make him hard. Well, I believed it would make him hard. I was getting more and more proof that he was as into me as I was into him.

I watched with bated breath as the notification showed it was delivered, then read.Quickly, I saw the little dots appear, then disappear, and reappear again. Mentally, I cringed. Did he not like it after all? Was I wrong for doing that while he was working? I was about to set my phone down when the message came up.

HOLY.FUCK. I will buy that for you so you can wear it for me. I know just how I want to rip it off and leave it on the stage.

Stage?

Fuck yes, babe. That's a piece you show me on stage, and I will fuck you every which way. Rockstar, fucking on stage, it goes hand in hand, right?

I wasn't sure if it did, but I was sure I was going to find out. And that was just the information I needed to get it

Guess we shall see.

I put the phone back in my purse and changed, a smile on my face. One that Charlene could only roll her eyes at. It felt good to tease him, but I didn't need to leave him all worked up.So, as we browsed, I pulled my phone out again and texted him.

What's something you've never done for an ex?

Good question and a great change of subject, thank you. Hmm, don't think I've ever drawn a bath or had one with her.

Really?

Yeah, why so shocked

It's one of my romantic fantasies. I love the thought of a man cuddling with me in a deep tub with lots of bubbles and candles all around.

Sipping wine?

I groaned at that because he knew damn well that was a no.

More like rum. But if there's a wine out there for me, then maybe.

I will find one, don't you worry.

I laughed, having no doubt that he would try his best. Give me all the other kinds of liquor, just not wine. Not everyone was cut out to drink it. And it wasn't a bad thing.

I walked around the shop for a little bit longer, looking through a few other items when my heart stopped. I picked out a floor-length, teal velvet dress with silver undertones, and nearly died. This was the type of dress one would find on the red carpet. What was it doing in a shop like this?

With a grin, I sent him a picture of it, wondering what a rock star's opinion of it would be. I mean, it was gorgeous to me. And if I got it, I had no idea where I would wear it.

Oh, that is stunning. I could see you wearing it.

Yeah, to where?

To the Grammy award show. You would look great right next to me. My arm around you, my other arm with the Grammy. Epic.

I sucked my breath in at that thought.That was insane to me. And I wasn't sure why. I mean, we were moving fast, and we got along great. Was it really such a bad thing that he didn't know he saw me a whole lot more than he thought?

I let out a sigh, adding the dress to my pile but feeling bad. I needed to tell him before this shit got further. But I also knew just how fucking pissed he would be. With justcause. But it wasn't like it was my intention for any of this to happen this way.

I wanted to ask you this later, but since you're shopping…

I jumped as the phone dinged in my hand and swallowed hard. What other surprises could he throw my way?

Ask what?

You know I got the tour coming up soon here, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for a few days? I won't leave without claiming you as mine, you know?

I swooned at that. He wanted to claim me? I was all kinds of down for that. However, I didn't need to join him because I was already there. What was left for me to do but dig the hole just a tad deeper?

There's only one way to claim me, sir.

Oh, I like hearing that a lot coming from your lips. But do tell me, what's the way?

Before you leave for the tour, in order for me to be yours, you do need to fuck me onstage.