Love at The Bluebird

Gavin invited me to spend the night at his house after the game, so I head home. There are a few things I need to take care of around my place; plus, I need to pack my bag and change for tonight. Sosie is supposed to be meeting us at Gavin’s, so the three of us can ride to the game together—something I’m not exactly looking forward to. I tried to convince Willow to meet us as well, hoping she could be a little bit of a buffer, but she couldn’t get off work early. She’ll meet us outside of the arena and we’ll all walk in together, since I have everyone’s ticket.

After I accomplish everything I need to do at home and have packed my bag, I change into jeans and a cute tunic with booties, since it’s cold in the arena, and freshen up my makeup. I give Apollo some extra attention and love, since I won’t be home tonight, feed him, and leave for Gavin’s.

While I’m excited to finally see his place, I’m also still bothered by my conversation with Kathleen. There’s no way in hell I’m going to try to convince Gavin to sign with Big Little Music when his contract with Charisma is up. I don’t want Gavin to have any doubts about me and my motives for being with him. Trying to get him to my record label would throw up red flags. I think it’s best not to tell him what happened, so that way there’s no awkwardness between him and Kathleen whenever they run in to each other, which happens quite frequently at industry events.

I silence the warning bells going off in my head that I should be one hundred percent honest with Gavin on this. If our relationship wasn’t so new, I would call him up and tell him right now. But it isn’t, and until I know he trusts me completely, I will stay silent on this matter. As for Kathleen, I’ll just ignore her as long as possible before she brings the subject up again.

Satisfied with my plan, I focus on my drive to his apartment, which takes me less than ten minutes to get to. I get lucky and find street parking across from his building. I grab my belongings out of my trunk and cross the street. Gavin lives in one of the new, trendy high-rise apartment complexes that just got built two years ago. I hit the intercom button outside the front door and wait for someone to answer.

“Can I help you?” I look through the glass windows of the door to see the doorman looking at me, a phone pressed to his ear so he can hear me talk through the intercom.

“Hi, I’m here to see Gavin McNeer.”

“Name?”

“Alyson Dawson.” He looks at something behind his desk and nods.

“Come on in. Please have your driver’s license ready for me to look at.”

A loud buzzing noise sounds and I pull the door open to enter. I walk over to his station and hand him my driver’s license. He types my information into his computer and hands it back to me.

“Mr. McNeer has put you on his approved guest list. Please type in your own personal four-digit code for you to use on the outside keypad to get in. After you have your code, please hit the pound sign.” He produces a keypad that is connected to his computer, and I type in four digits I know I will remember. I hit the pound sign and tell him I’m done. “Now please enter your cell phone number.” Once I’m done, he takes the keypad back and I hear his mouse clicking a couple more times until he’s finished. “You’re all set, Ms. Dawson. Elevators are around the corner to my right, and Mr. McNeer is on the fourteenth floor, apartment 1405.”

I thank him for his help and walk to the elevators. The decor in the lobby is very cold and modern, making me wonder why Gavin chose this building, since that doesn’t seem to fit his personality. Yet again, I could be completely wrong, since this is my first time seeing his place. I push the up button and the doors to my right open immediately. The ride to up is quick and quiet. The elevators slows to a stop and the doors open to reveal one handsome-looking Texan leaning against the frame, waiting for me.

“There’s my girl,” he says in his yummy, husky voice. He grabs my wrists and pulls me out of the elevator straight into his arms. His lips come down on mine, his tongue immediately demanding entrance through my parted lips.

I sigh in happiness as I kiss him back with equal vigor. Lord, this man knows how to kiss, and after a few moments, all brain and body activity is focused on him. I drop my bags to the ground and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him in deeper. I feel his hands slide into the back pockets of my jeans, cupping my ass, and rubbing me against his erection. I moan at how good the friction feels, my body aching for him to be inside me.