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grunt as I shook and thrust into her until
I was dry.
    “That’s it,
we’re getting out of here, please try to keep your greedy hands to yourself Shiane , my poor man’s body can only take so much.” She
threw herself into my arms and howled with laughter and I felt my heart give a
little more.
    We finally
made it out of the bathroom and both just threw on robes as we headed down to
the kitchen. “Did you say you made dinner?”
    “Yep.” She
went to the pots and pans on the stove and I lifted my brow quizzically. I
guess I was guilty of stereo typing after all, I hadn’t expected the little pop
sensation to know her way around the kitchen.
    She’d made a
dinner of grilled lamb chops of all things, with rice pilaf and creamed green
peas.
    “I hope I
didn’t spoil it.” Yeah right.
    “Nope, the
lamb wasn’t grilled yet, it’s still sitting in the marinade it’ll take five
minutes to cook and the rest of the stuff can be reheated no problem. You just
sit and I’ll take care of everything,”
    “Yes ma’am.” I
opened a bottle of wine and poured her a glass, taking one for myself as I sat
at the island and watched her flit around my kitchen. She seemed, happy. It was
strange to look at this almost stranger and realize that already I’d come to
know her so well. Did she even realize that she’d started signing? She hadn’t
done that since she’d been here. I would’ve thought that she spent every waking
moment singing, but this was the first time since I’d brought her home that I’d
heard her so much as hum.
    It wasn’t the
song from the other night, this one was slow and dreamy, with a catchy little lilt to it that made me want to strain to hear the words since
she was singing so low.
    “Sing louder
princess I wanna hear you.” She turned wide eyes to me and looked down at her
feet. “I’m not really good at that.”
    “Come again.”
    “I mean I’ve
learned how to control my fear somewhat before I go out on stage, but I can’t
really sing in front of anyone just like that.”
    “So how do you
do it?”
    ‘My manager
gives me these pills…”
    I didn’t like
the sounds of that one bit. “What kind of pills?” I lowered my glass and looked
at her.
    “It’s nothing
bad, just something to calm my anxiety.”
    “Is there a prescription?”
    “No nothing
like that, I never even asked him where he gets them…”
    “Do you have
them with you now?”
    “No why?” She
looked at me quizzically.”
    “I’ll just
like to have a look at them that’s all, make sure they’re okay.”
    “Oh I’m sure
they’re fine Doug would never do anything to hurt me.”
    “So you have
the pills back at your place?”
    “No, Doug
keeps them with him, he gives me one before each performance or sometimes when
I have to go on one of those talk shows. Looks like I was gonna have to have a talk with her manager. She was so fucking green, I was sure it
would never cross her mind to question anything the man did.
      Though I didn’t know him personally, I’m
a businessman and I know all about the bottom line. Her voice is like liquid
gold, I’m sure dear old Doug would do anything to see that nothing got in the
way of her making them money. That was something else I was gonna have to look into as well. When I’d made the decision to own her, everything
that she is became my responsibility. There might be some friction because I’ve
noticed that she has a bit of an independent streak, but I had no intentions on
letting that stop me. Though I’d save it for another time, nothing was going to
mar the night for us.

 
 
    “Voila, dinner
is ready.” She seemed nervous as she served me, and then herself. I closed my
eyes with the first taste of the succulent lamb. “Wow, where did you learn to
cook like this?”
    “My mom taught
me and I love watching the cooking channel, you really like it?” I took another
bite and it was good as the first. Nodding my head I leaned over and pecked