Chp 1
Santara pushed an escaped wisp of her long blond hair behind her ear. The wind was cold and it seemed to smack her face bitterly as she walked. She inhaled deeply, and smiled to herself as a pair of tourists passed her, complaining of the cold. She had always enjoyed days like this; the cold was just about counterbalanced by the bright blue sky and the sun shining. New York had plenty of these days in the autumn, and Santara enjoyed each and every one. She took a sip of her coffee as she approached her building
"G'morning Ms. Douglas" the doorkeeper said as she approached.
"Good morning Edward" she replied pleasantly. She went straight through the lobby and into the elevator. She pushed 5, the floor her apartment was on. She got to her apartment, and unlocked the big oak door that led to the upscale apartment. She entered the steel futuristic kitchen and placed her coffee down. She threw her knit hat, matching gloves, and coat on the kitchen table. She reached over and hit the play button on her blinking answering machine.
"SAN! Its 8 am! You have to be there!" her sisters voice blared over the machine" I just heard that you would be doing something with Alan Cumming! I have to hear this from someone other then you! Santara! I hate you! Call me now!"
:::beep:::
"Santara, its Mel. Wait until you get the paper this morning! They gave you the best review! 'The Old Broadway sees what Young Broadway has been praising for months! Santara hits the stage with her sexy rendition of Maggie in the new show Somewhere. Somewhere is the new hit show of the year!' It goes on and on like that. Call me as soon as you get in!" Mel was Santara's agent. The show Somewhere opened two nights ago and Mel was hoping that all the conservatives on Broadway would embrace Santara as much as young Broadway did. Santara made a mental note to call Mel last, as to not sound to eager.
"Sanny? Why haven't you returned my calls? You know I love you! Baby, don't do this!" Santara cut himself off by pressing the erase button. This was the 5th message in two days from Alex. Alex. She pictured him in her mind. Soft blond hair, cute boyish features, but the body of a god. He was one of the few blondes that had done it for her. All of the men she dated were the same. They all wanted to love her. Santara had given up the search for love years ago. These days, her relationships were fueled by lust alone. She was definitely different then most woman. She was a "manizer" Alex had started like the others, a good lay. Then he decided he was in love, and Santara called it quits. She sighed deeply. Having to deal with men's bullshit this early in the morning was not a good sign. The next message came on.
"Santara, its Cherie, you better not miss our meeting at the bookstore on 50th street today. I'm gonna be there at 9, so your ass better be there too. Cya" Cherie was Santara's best friend. They were both in Somewhere, and they both viewed men the same. That's probably why they got along so well. Santara looked at her watch. 8:45. 'Shit' she thought 'Gonna have to catch a god damn cab' She threw back on her coat and hat and went back downstairs. Twenty minutes later, she walked into the small store, and walked right to the cafe. There sat Cherie, flirting with a man who worked there. Santara watched Cherie as she flipped her shoulder length brown hair. her laugh filled the air as the waiter clumsily knocked over the chair. Santara smiled as she walked over
"Having problems?" She asked smirking. Cherie's head shot up, and she laughed, the mischievous look to her eyes.
"Well, I think Raul here forgot where the chair was, that's all" Cherie teased the waiter. He straightened, his face red. "Now, we would both like straight coffee, OK?" Raul shook his head fastly, and turned around, tripping on the table behind them as he tried to get to the kitchen. Cherie and Santara both laughed.
"I see you are having an eventful morning already...." Santara remarked.
"Well, dear, you are 10 minutes late. I was just asking our fine ass waiter if he was in the mood for a quickie when you came in the door." Cherie laughed wickedly. "I think he was slightly flustered."
"You are so bad sometimes...." Santara took off her hat and placed it on the table. "So, have you seen the paper?"
"No, San, have you?" Cherie raised her eyebrow.
"No, but Mel called me and said the show got rave reviews."
"We are in it, dear! Of course it got rave reviews!" Cherie was very sure of her star power, and Santara had to agree. They both were very well known by now, and it seemed to be getting bigger. The 2 girls got their coffee, from a still very shaken Raul, and they sat and talked. Cherie was in mid sip when the coffee nearly spit across the room.
"Santara, look at what just walked in the door." Cherie hissed softly. Santara turned around quickly, to see two very well dressed, very attractive men enter the store. She looked them both over appreciatively. The first had a slender frame, which was accentuated well by baggy jeans and a tight red shirt. He had a puffy down quilted jacket, and a red baseball hat. His dark brown hair peeked out the back. He had a goatee, and huge brown eye, framed by long lashes. Her gaze quickly switched to the other man. He had a bigger frame, but seemed very muscular. He had on baggy jeans, a plain white shirt and an expensive looking leather jacket. His face was slightly round, but with a sexy edge. His short blond hair was obviously dyed to the blond it was, but his clear blue eyes told her he was a natural.
"Probably gay..." Santara muttered.
"There's only one way to find out! C'mon, San!" Cherie pulled Santara from her seat, and tugged her to the aisle the boys had gone down.
"They're in the poetry section.....isn't that cute??" Cherie giggled as they followed them, not being noticed yet.
"I told you, gay!"
"We will see, Hon..." Cherie remarked. All of a sudden, she reached out and pushed a book off the shelf, causing both men to turn around abruptly.
"Jesus, San! be more careful! You'll wreck the place!" Cherie exclaimed loudly, smiling and winking at Santara. Santara gave her a fake smile back. 'Figures I get to look clumsy' she thought. She bent to pick up the book, and her hand was met by one of the guys.
"Looks like you unknowingly helped me find exactly the book I wanted" the dark hair one stood up, his hand still clasped onto the book, and smiled. Santara let go of the book and smiled back.
"Maybe she's psychic." Cherie commented. Santara laughed.
"Maybe you are psycho," she shot back. Cherie laughed deeply.
"You are so feisty after coffee, Santara!" Cherie made a point in saying her name, hoping the two men would introduce themselves.
"What's your name?" the dark hair one asked, staring at her.
"Its Santara.." She replied.
"That's unusual. Very pretty, one of a kind......" he smiled and unwillingly licked his lips. Santara raised her eyebrows and smiled, hoping her big mouth wouldn't say what she was thinking.
"I'm AJ" the man extended his hand to her, and Santara took it. He shook her hand firmly. Santara loved the way a mans hands felt. She could tell he was strong, and his hands were soft. 'I bet his hands running all over my body would feel really good' She thought. Her dirty thoughts were interrupted by Cherie.
"I'm Cherie." Cherie stuck out her hand. AJ released Santara's hand, and took Cherie's, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back softly. His eyes stayed locked to Santara's the entire time. She got chills and unconsciously put her arm across her chest. AJ smiled at her, like he knew what he was doing to her.
"I'm Nick" the other man interrupted them again. Cherie took his hand gladly, and Santara laughed as Cherie rubbed it with her thumb. Cherie shot a look at Santara to say shut up. Santara took Nicks hand next. His hand was bigger then AJ's, but it didn't cause the same emotions.
"So, what are you two lovely ladies doing here? Looking for the perfect love poem?" AJ asked.
"Actually, we saw you come in, and we decided we had to introduce ourselves." Cherie laughed. The great thing about Cherie was she always said the truth. AJ laughed, and Nick got an embarrassed look on his face.
"Well, I'm sure we would have done the same thing, but I was a little consumed on my trek to find the perfect book of love poems" AJ remarked.
"Planning a romantic evening with your girlfriend?" Cherie asked.
"If that was your subtle way of asking if I was single, the answer is yes." AJ looked at Santara as he said this. Santara smiled, as she thought about what they could do. 'His tongue running down my neck. He stops at the base of my neck and sucks it softly. His amazing tongue travels farther down my body' Santara had the sudden urge to jump him in the bookstore.
"What about you, cutie?" Cherie turned her attention to Nick.
"Um, what?" Nick asked. Cherie licked her lips, and resisted the urge to garb Nicks ass.
"He isn't dating, either" AJ said for him. He could tell these two were men killers. Nick was obviously nervous.
"Well, maybe we should get together sometime." Cherie suggested. All of a sudden, her beeper went off, at the same time Santara's went off. "Shit, Well, boys, its been lovely, but we have to run." Santara flashed AJ a big smile as she let herself be tugged away by Cherie. They got outside, and walked quickly down the sidewalk.
"Whew! Girl, I thought you were going to cream yourself in the aisle." Cherie laughed as they walked. Santara laughed.
"Not hardly. He was fine as anything though." Santara remarked. "But, it was better to have left. I mean, he was buying love poems? Exactly not the screw and run type."
"Nick seemed the screw and run type. I should have grabbed his ass.." Cherie wrinkled her nose, realizing she missed an opportunity.
"He probably would have cum in the middle of the bookstore. He seemed very intimidated." Santara remarked. Cherie and she both looked at each other and started laughing. They headed to Mel's office, knowing he was the one that had beeped them.
"What the fuck just happened?" AJ said loudly. The girls had just run out of there, and he hadn't even gotten a number.
"I don't know. They seemed kinda, ......viscous....." Nick remarked.
"Exactly!!! DAMN!" AJ threw the book back onto the shelf.
"Aren't you going to get it?" Nick asked. AJ walked down the aisle towards the magazines.
"No...." AJ responded dully. He usually never let a woman like that leave without getting her number. His eyes stopped on a familiar face in the magazine rack. He picked up the magazine. "But, I'm buying this." He took the magazine and paid for it, and the boys left into the city.
Chp 2
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