Music in His Heart

Chapter 1: A night to Break all the Rules

“This is the last one, I promise,” Sam announced as she emptied another glass of whiskey with coke.

Samantha Rogers was a woman of her word. The only exceptions were the days when she was partying with her two BFFs – Mary and Julie. This was one of those holy occasions that the three childhood friends had made time for a girls’ night out.

Once there was a time when they spent every single weekend together, and even the weekdays. Now, as the time went by and their career and personal lives progressed, there was less and less time they could find for some friendly fun.

Mary, once a promising actress, was now a happily married housewife, who spent all her time taking care of her three-year-old daughter. She dedicated all her spare time to the writing of scripts, which would probably never be produced, or even if they did, she would still have no time to star in them.

Julie, on the other hand, was engaged in a long-distance relationship, which practically had her stuck to her webcam from morning till night. The sweethearts tried to share their daily life across the ocean through Skype, which Sam thought was doomed to failure and heartbreak, but she didn’t dare to say that to Julie.

Sam was once an award-winning composer, who was suffering an immense destructive block for more than two years now. At times, she cursed that shiny metal statue that proudly stood in her living room, just behind her grand piano that reminded her of the times when her mind was full of music and she couldn’t live a day without writing a new tune.

Not a single melody from the day the damned award entered her life. Even worse – she was now a lonely single woman too cynical to believe in endless love and her own limited creativity. Both those concepts had proven not to be infinite as they once seemed.

Those dark thoughts had no place in her mind tonight; Sam decided to wash them away with yet another drink. And then another. It was a girls’ night after all. She forgot which one was supposed to be her last one.

Moments later, she found herself in the middle of the dance floor with everyone around making space for her. Thankfully, her mind was already quite clouded with alcohol to let her suddenly shy away. Sam danced as if it was the last day that music existed on the planet; she danced as if she was possessed by the tune, and the heavy bass throbbed through her veins beating in sync with her heart.

What a blessed night!

With every shake of her body, with every dance move, she shook away her concerns. She was not a failed composer – a star that had blinked for a short while and faded away. She was a woman, who enjoyed her life, who could dance and forget about all her troubles for a while. For a brief moment, Sam was free from her own over-thinking wicked alter-ego that poisoned her mind.

As she stopped and walked to their table to catch her breath, Julie pointed at Mr. Yummy sitting by the bar.

“The guy has been devouring you with his eyes from the moment you stepped on the dance floor,” she said.

“Looks sweet,” Sam shrugged as she swallowed a mouthful of her drink and hurried back to the dance floor.

Sweet, Sam? Just sweet? Is that all you could say about the gorgeous man with those spectacular blue eyes? Samantha Rogers could lie to anyone, but herself. She had noticed the guy and even thought him way too attractive.

Some subtle teasing maybe? She thought as she lightly swayed her hips to the tune. His eyes ran up and down her tall lean body as he licked his fingers and took a sip of his drink.

His attention set Sam on fire. She placed her hands on her hips and started dancing sensually. Sam could feel the weight of his bright blue eyes on her body – like hands, those eyes caressed her. They were too striking for his own good.

He was younger than her – by at least some five, maybe seven years, but damned be the woman who would reject a guy’s attention on a girls’ night. She was the only one among her friends unattached by any relationship chains. Why not enjoy it?

Sam winked at him and then turned her attention toward the guy dancing next to her, who was desperately trying to gain her attention.

Let Mr. Yummy see what I could do to him, she thought, as she placed her hands on the guy’s shoulders and slowly sank on her knees, running her hands down his chest, teasing him. Then she jumped up, turned and sent the guy to oblivion, concentrating again on her Mr. Yummy.

His eyes had turned a dangerous shade of bright blue. Sam knew the unmistakable desire she saw there. Hunger. Need. Desire. The atmosphere between them was charged.

Breathing deeply, Sam started walking toward the bar. Samantha Rogers never made the first move – she always had admirers around her adoring her, giving her the advantage to torture them with her indifference. But this was the night of exceptions, and Sam was going to make sure she broke all of her rules. She was in her flirting mood.

Let the party start, she promised herself, as she leaned over the bar and ordered one more drink.

“You’ve had quite a few already. Let that be enough,” said Mr. Yummy, as he moved closer so that his breath puffed on the side of her neck as he spoke. Shivers ran through her body.

“Were you counting?” she asked.

“Nope. Watching you dance was a proof enough,” he claimed with his cocky grin.

Oh my, Sam thought, one more of those arrogant smiles and I’m lost.

“What about walking out for some fresh air before the next drink?” asked Mr. Yummy as he dipped his fingers in his drink and then ran those along her arm. Sam shivered. Never had dripping alcohol on her body felt that sexy.

Not giving her any time to recover from the surprise, he leaned in and licked the wet trail the alcohol had left on her arm.

Sam felt heat flow through her body. She shifted her legs, as the fire in her body threatened to become unbearable. She could feel the flames of it leaking out, running down her thighs.

He looked into her eyes searching for her confirmation. Samantha nodded – her mind unable to produce coherent thoughts. For a minute, her green eyes were locked into his bright blue eyes. He knew the effect he was having on her. Smiling wickedly, Mr. Yummy took her hand and led her out of the bar.