AG 4 hours ago

As I was relieving some stress in my personal studio, with the sound of a woman moaning her heart out in my earbuds, I was about to bust a fat nut when I caught the reflection of a beautiful woman in the reflection on the studio window.

Shit.

My hand froze mid-stroke, and I jerked the earbuds out so fast they practically flew across the room. The moaning abruptly cut off, leaving only my heavy breathing and the thundering bass from the speakers. I swiveled around in the chair, expecting to see the face of the person who walked in on me, but the room was empty. The door was still closed, and the red light above it was still glowing, indicating that I was not to be disturbed. Confused, I peered at the window again, and that's when I saw her—the sexy ass, mystery woman, standing there with her hand on the doorknob, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open.

I could see the shock and curiosity in her gaze, and for a split second, I was torn between anger and amusement. This was not the first time I've been walked in on when my light was on, but it was definitely the first time I got caught beating my dick...by someone who had the audacity to look like she was about to join in. She was a vision in a tight white blouse and a skirt that barely contained her juicy ass. Her skin was a deep caramel, and her hair was a wild halo of curls that framed her face like a crown. She had a fiery look that told me she might like for me to chase her.

I felt a mix of irritation and intrigue as she strutted out of the room. Her sass was something I hadn't encountered in a long time. Most women would have turned red and scurried away like a scared rabbit. But she had held her ground, throwing shade like a pro. And that was something I couldn't ignore.

The rest of the day was a blur of meetings and recordings, but Miss Nova, was never far from my thoughts. I found myself wondering if she was enjoying her first week at the studio and if she had any idea who she had just walked in on. I chuckled to myself, thinking about the look on her face when she realized it was me. I had to admit, I liked the way she didn't back down. It was a refreshing change from the usual yes-men and starry-eyed interns that usually filled the halls.

I caught a glimpse of her before she left for the day. I was walking my step-son out, bouncing idea's about his new project. "Look, she's fine, aint she?" I said nodding my head towards Miss Nova. "why she lookin at you like that?" "What you do to her?" he chortled "I didn't do nothin'...yet." I said wetting my lips.

Nova

The following morning, I went through my closet with a new mission in mind. I needed to find something that screamed "I'm a professional" but also had a hint of "I'm not about to play with yah." I pulled out a pair of ripped designer jeans that hugged my curves just right and a black and red oversized cropped hoodie with a huge varsity letter 'A' on the front, that left a tantalizing strip of my midriff bare. The red lace bra that was definitely making an appearance—it was like throwing down a gauntlet in the form of lingerie. I slipped it on, feeling the cool fabric against my skin, and cinched it tight for maximum effect. It was a bold move, but something told me that Artis Greer was a man who appreciated boldness.

Next, I grabbed my red, black, and white retro Jordan 11s. They are a lot more comfortable than the Jimmy Choo's I wore yesterday, and more importantly, they were me. I didn't bother with much makeup—just a swipe of gloss to keep my lips looking juicy, some black winged eyeliner, and some simple diamond studs to add a touch of bling. The sleek high knot I put my hair in made me feel 'ready.' I took one last look in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and headed out the door.

As I walked into the studio the next day, my head held high and my hips swaying with purpose, I could feel the eyes of the other employees on me like a physical force. Some of the women shot me looks that could have frozen lava, but I didn't let it phase me."Grand Rising, team," I called out, my voice a siren's song through the hushed hallways. The words rolled off my tongue like a battle cry, and I winked at the receptionist, who was now giving me side-eye. She had been eyeing me since I started, ..so what.

Artists and producers moving like sharks in a sea of sound. The energy was heavy, a heady mix of ambition and creativity that was as intoxicating as it was intimidating. I made my way to the engineering bay, my heart racing with the anticipation of seeing Artis again. Would he be embarrassed? Angry? Or would he play it cool like he did yesterday?

Approaching my station, I heard the unmistakable sound of his deep laugh echoing down the hall. It was a sound that made my stomach flip and my skin tingle. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for whatever was coming. When I turned the corner, there he was, leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, watching me with a smirk that could make a saint confess. "Look who decided to come back," he said, his eyes raking over my outfit. "come to my studio in 10 minutes.... Miss Nova," he said.

I met his gaze with one of my own. " You sure?" I said sarcastically.

He threw his head back and silently laughed. "Yeah, you got a problem with that?" he shot back, his smirk growing wider.

I shook my head. "Nope.. I'll be there," I said, trying to keep my voice cool and even. Inside, I was a mix of excitement and nerves.

His smile makes me want to drop to my knee's and do something strange. Artis 'Swim' Greer, is smiling at me, this man will be the death of me.

What could he possibly want? Maybe he's going to apologize? Maybe he's going to fire me? Or maybe, just maybe, he's going to show me the ropes...the professional ropes. I smirked.

I took my time getting to Studio 7, ensuring I wasn't late but also not too eager. When I walked in, Artis was sitting on the leather couch, his legs spread wide, looking like the king of his domain. He gestured for me to take a seat opposite him, and I did, crossing my legs and placing my hands on my lap, trying to keep my composure.

"So, you're the new assistant engineer," he began, his voice a smooth blend of velvet and gravel. "What makes you think you can handle the heat in here?"

I leaned back into the chair, my eyes never leaving his. "I've got the skills, and the passion," I said, my voice steady. "I've got an impeccable ear and a fresh perspective to offer. I ghostwrite, I'm a poet, and I sing. "That's a lot of hats to wear, Miss Nova." He said. He pulled out his phone, and suddenly, the red glow bathed over the studio. "But you gotta prove it," he said without looking up."

"How do I do that?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. He glanced up from his phone, his eyes dark and challenging. I've got a track here that needs some work. If you can make it sound like it's supposed to be my next Grammy winner, I might just keep you around." He smirked, tossing the phone onto the console. Or you gon be real friendly with the girls at Starbucks,"

I nodded. "Let's go."