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“Pizza is on its way.” I dropped my bag on
the coffee table and walked into the living room.
    “You! Are
wearing pants!” I mused as I pointed to the delicious layer of
denim encasing his long, muscular thighs.
    He caught my
eye. “Here’s a down payment.” He slid off his shirt, revealing his
rippling toned and tanned torso. Every inch was defined and cut
perfectly. I had guessed he was ripped but the reality was so much
more breathtaking than I had imagined.
    “You sure we
can’t fuck?” I teased only half joking.
    “And ruin what
we have?” he quizzed genuinely concerned. He was right, GOD DAMN
IT!! I hated it but I knew that while I could imagine the
satisfaction I would have gotten from mounting him and riding him
hard, this was so much better in the long term. We were friends,
real friends. Mark it on your calendars people, Lexi has met an
amazing, intelligent, kind and extremely sexy man and she IS NOT
going to have sex with him. Guess there was a first time for
everything.
     
     
     

Chapter 5 – Power Station
    BUZZ.
BUZZ. My attention snapped away from my computer to my
vibrating iPhone.
    - Tomorrow night!!!
7pm... Dinner ideas?? I’m so excited
    I couldn’t
contain my mischievous grin. With the excitement of the past couple
of weeks, Matt’s entrance into my life and our harmonious
co-habitation, I’d almost forgotten about it. I had been waiting
for tomorrow night to come for months and could think of nothing
better than to share it with Emma. I quickly texted back
    - Tapas?? I’ll
drive
    I’d known Emma
since we were teenagers, a friendship that had withstood time,
separation and distance. No matter how much time passed between our
get togethers we would always slip back into each others’ lives
effortlessly. We didn’t need constant phone calls or catch-ups. In
fact, sometimes we went for months without seeing each other. But
when Emma called I would drop everything for her and she would do
the same for me. It was a relationship that surpassed friendship
and entered into something entirely ethereal. Emma with her big
blue eyes and cascading Botticellian curls would boast “We’re soul
sisters”. She believed that the universe was connected with
vibrations and everything you are and received was a reflection of
the vibrations you gave out. A pure soul, sometimes I often
wondered what I had done to have such a gift in my life.
    “Sexting on
Kate’s dime? Really, Lexi!” Matt Laughed. I looked at his clear
blue eyes, sensing no jealously or malice. He had taken up
residence at Rachael’s empty desk so I was accustomed to his daily
interruptions.
    “Hot date
tomorrow night with Power Station” I volunteered.
    “Power Station?
The band from New York?” He took a long look at me, re-evaluating
and reassessing. “Lexi, I never would have pegged you as a
groupie!”
    “Whatever,
Matt!” I replied, not the least bit annoyed. “Emma and I have
tracked their career since the beginning; we’ve been to every show
together, we have every album; their music is like a soundtrack for
my life.” I tried to not sound like an over excited teenager.
    Power Station
was an all male 5 piece rock band straight out of New York City.
Emma and I had stumbled across them 10 years ago when they were
still nobodies, plugging their stuff on the now debunked My Space,
trying to get a record deal. We followed their rise to fame when a
major label finally signed them and we had even flown to New York
together to watch their first stadium tour.
    I remembered
that warm July night, like it was yesterday. Sitting inside
Meadowlands Stadium, our hands clasped together tightly, not fully
comprehending we were actually there! The boys we had watched on
grainy YouTube videos had become Rock Gods, owning their home
crowd. It was both surreal and rewarding to think our earlier
support had played a small part in their now monumental success. We
had stumbled out of the stadium; our ears still been ringing when
Emma