Page 46 of Beautiful Noise
As much as I wanted to hang around, I felt invasive intruding on his creative process so I pulled up a recipe from Gwendolyn headed back to the kitchen. I prepared chicken, broccoli, and rice casserole, which I left warming on the stove while I hopped in the shower.
After feeling revived and refreshed, I dressed in lounge clothes and planted myself on the sofa to put words to page. The thoughts that came to mind after my night with Ezren had been nagging me all day, but if I stopped to write down even one sentence, I would have been distracted from what I needed to do. Now that I had a moment of peace, I peeled my journal open and began scribbling my thoughts.
“What’s Cyan Indigo Bleu?”
Ezren’s voice almost caused me to leap from the sofa. I hadn’t expected him to sneak up on me.
“Nothing.” I flipped my iPad over and slammed my journal closed.
He leaned over the back of the sofa and reached for my iPad which I grabbed before he could and tucked it against my chest.
“So you’re keeping secrets?” His tone was light and laced with amusement.
“No, I said it was nothing because it’s not. There are no secrets.” I threw my head back, enjoying the visual of him leaning over me and he smelled so damn good. Smoky and sweet like amber, cinnamon bark and tobacco. Ezren grinned and pulled a phone from his pocket and began swiping and pecking. I didn’t like the smugness of his expression so my brows shifted in and sure enough…
“Cyan Indigo Bleu, sharing my most intimate thoughts through words. Interesting.”
“Why did you look that up?” I ground out, shifting my position so I was facing the back of the sofa. I reached for his phone but he stepped out of the way.
“Because I could. Information is key and the internet offers access to anything we want, even your secrets, Ri.” He smiled smugly. “Let’s see, which one should I try first, lust or love.”
He spoke casually, calling out two of the categories and I immediately knew which one he chose when he began reciting words from the poem I posted the morning after our first sexual encounter.
“Deep, so deep, I feel him everywhere, physically overloaded, and I just don’t care. Once is not enough, not even close to reaching my fill, imagine how much more I can take, shivering. Chills. Damn Ri, you’re into kinky shit.” He grinned
“They’re poems, not kinky shit, and I should be asking you that since you bypassed all the other categories and went straight to lust.”
“I’m a very sexual being. No point in denying my true nature. You shouldn’t be ashamed of yours.” His voice was even as he narrowed his eyes at the screen and swiped upward in a slow motion.
Shit, he’s reading more. More of my poems.
Relax, he doesn’t know it’s you.
“These are good. You know her?”
“Yes.”
I am her.
“You really think they’re good?” I couldn’t help myself. I had a consistent following and enough reviews that confirmed my poems were good, but having his approval somehow felt more rewarding.
“Hell yeah. I fuck with these, heavy. I just bookmarked the site.” He locked the device and tossed it on the sofa beforemoving close. His hands cuffed my face and his mouth was on mine for a kiss that had my stomach in knots.
When he pulled away, I smiled. “How was your day?”
“Good actually, there’s something soothing about mindless work. Mopping floors is definitely mindless work.”
His eyes traveled down my body and I immediately knew where his thoughts went. “I have a uniform, so yes I was appropriately dressed.”
“I never know with you…” He shrugged. “You already made dinner?”
“Yep, I didn’t want to bother you. If you didn’t come up soon, I would have brought it down. You were writing.”
“You were in the studio?”
“I didn’t come in, but yes.”
“You could have.”