Sliding Teaser
Sliding
Here's a teaser from Sliding...enjoy!
I take one last glance at myself in the mirror, not too bad. I have somehow managed to be a size two, so it’s not the size zero of my youth but I’m still firm and young looking. Botox, daily doses of yoga, Pilates, jogging, and weight training sessions with my trainer help. Being a seasoned borderline anorexic helps a little too. I am wearing Tate’s favorite dress. It’s short and black and it looks great on me, if I do say so myself. The highest heeled shoes that I own each with a little pink bow on them make the dress look naughty. I grab my shades and over sized bag to complete my look and head for the door taking one last look back at the phone ringing on the bedside table. Who the hell can that be and why aren’t they calling me on my cell? Assuming it’s a telemarketer I head out of my house.
Mac has my luggage packed in the trunk of our silver Porsche Cayenne and he smiles when I step outside.
“Hello Mrs. Taylor” I hear Mac call before he asks if I am going to answer the phone. I tell him I am not; I don’t want to miss my flight. Mac has worked for my husband and me since shortly before Tate left six months ago. In that short time he has been a very loyal employee. I think he got the short end of the stick being stuck here with me for the last six months while Tate has been in California with our other employee, Dominick trying to “repair” the music industry on the West Coast. Mac is an ex-Marine and now he’s in charge of our security amongst many other tasks like driving me to the airport today. Mac is well over six feet tall with quite a set of muscles on him. Mac has these piercing blue eyes that when he looks at you makes you feel like he can see into your soul. His Marine close cut brown hair matches cocoa colored skin. He seems like such a catch that at his age I can’t believe he would still be single.
“Please Mac call me Brook, we have known each other for over six months now, this really has to end” I reply. Mac looks at me and smiles. We have this exchange at least ten times a day and nothing ever changes.
When I get into the back seat I find a brand new iPod with ear buds. They are from my husband and I am instructed to listen to the iPod throughout my trip. Back in the day Tate used to make me mixed tapes but he hasn’t done anything like that since…since there were tapes I guess.
“Mr. Taylor asks that you wear those for the ride to JFK and then on your flight. He said he will send Dominick to pick you up at the airport when you arrive” Mac informs me.
I wonder what intern’s job it was to make me this mixed playlist. I notice Mac sending a text before pulling away from the curb, probably texting Tate to tell him we are on our way, he’s always checking up on me.
When I put in the ear buds and turn my new iPod on “Baby, Come to Me” the duet by Patti Austen and James Ingram is leading off the playlist, clearly from my husband not some twenty-something intern who wouldn’t know this song in a million years…interesting choice for the first song, good job Mr. Taylor. Yes, very interesting that this is the song my husband has picked to lead off this play list. I can only imagine what else he has included and the anticipation sends a tingle down my spine.
As I settle in I start to feel like I am floating through time back to the early 1980s, I am instantly transported back to the beginning. Back to the time and place where it all began….
I let myself remember the simpler times, the memories this song conjures up, the memories that make me feel like I am fourteen again and then I am standing in the high school gym with my best friend, Asia at the first dance of the school year wearing different variations of the same outfit. We are wearing acid washed jeans with half shirts, mine has neon colored hearts all over it with sayings in them like the hearts you get on Valentine’s Day but the sayings are things like “dance”, “love” and my favorite, “strut”. That’s my favorite because Tate Taylor walks with a kind of butt strut that is just so mesmerizing I could watch him walk all day.
I spot Tate, the most gorgeous boy at school, the minute he walks in the gym. I don’t know if he notices me, if he’s ever noticed me but I notice him. He’s wearing all black; t-shirt, jacket with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and jeans. His long dark hair flops in his face and he constantly flips it out of his eyes.
Kitty Berry
Here's a teaser from Sliding...enjoy!
I take one last glance at myself in the mirror, not too bad. I have somehow managed to be a size two, so it’s not the size zero of my youth but I’m still firm and young looking. Botox, daily doses of yoga, Pilates, jogging, and weight training sessions with my trainer help. Being a seasoned borderline anorexic helps a little too. I am wearing Tate’s favorite dress. It’s short and black and it looks great on me, if I do say so myself. The highest heeled shoes that I own each with a little pink bow on them make the dress look naughty. I grab my shades and over sized bag to complete my look and head for the door taking one last look back at the phone ringing on the bedside table. Who the hell can that be and why aren’t they calling me on my cell? Assuming it’s a telemarketer I head out of my house.
Mac has my luggage packed in the trunk of our silver Porsche Cayenne and he smiles when I step outside.
“Hello Mrs. Taylor” I hear Mac call before he asks if I am going to answer the phone. I tell him I am not; I don’t want to miss my flight. Mac has worked for my husband and me since shortly before Tate left six months ago. In that short time he has been a very loyal employee. I think he got the short end of the stick being stuck here with me for the last six months while Tate has been in California with our other employee, Dominick trying to “repair” the music industry on the West Coast. Mac is an ex-Marine and now he’s in charge of our security amongst many other tasks like driving me to the airport today. Mac is well over six feet tall with quite a set of muscles on him. Mac has these piercing blue eyes that when he looks at you makes you feel like he can see into your soul. His Marine close cut brown hair matches cocoa colored skin. He seems like such a catch that at his age I can’t believe he would still be single.
“Please Mac call me Brook, we have known each other for over six months now, this really has to end” I reply. Mac looks at me and smiles. We have this exchange at least ten times a day and nothing ever changes.
When I get into the back seat I find a brand new iPod with ear buds. They are from my husband and I am instructed to listen to the iPod throughout my trip. Back in the day Tate used to make me mixed tapes but he hasn’t done anything like that since…since there were tapes I guess.
“Mr. Taylor asks that you wear those for the ride to JFK and then on your flight. He said he will send Dominick to pick you up at the airport when you arrive” Mac informs me.
I wonder what intern’s job it was to make me this mixed playlist. I notice Mac sending a text before pulling away from the curb, probably texting Tate to tell him we are on our way, he’s always checking up on me.
When I put in the ear buds and turn my new iPod on “Baby, Come to Me” the duet by Patti Austen and James Ingram is leading off the playlist, clearly from my husband not some twenty-something intern who wouldn’t know this song in a million years…interesting choice for the first song, good job Mr. Taylor. Yes, very interesting that this is the song my husband has picked to lead off this play list. I can only imagine what else he has included and the anticipation sends a tingle down my spine.
As I settle in I start to feel like I am floating through time back to the early 1980s, I am instantly transported back to the beginning. Back to the time and place where it all began….
I let myself remember the simpler times, the memories this song conjures up, the memories that make me feel like I am fourteen again and then I am standing in the high school gym with my best friend, Asia at the first dance of the school year wearing different variations of the same outfit. We are wearing acid washed jeans with half shirts, mine has neon colored hearts all over it with sayings in them like the hearts you get on Valentine’s Day but the sayings are things like “dance”, “love” and my favorite, “strut”. That’s my favorite because Tate Taylor walks with a kind of butt strut that is just so mesmerizing I could watch him walk all day.
I spot Tate, the most gorgeous boy at school, the minute he walks in the gym. I don’t know if he notices me, if he’s ever noticed me but I notice him. He’s wearing all black; t-shirt, jacket with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and jeans. His long dark hair flops in his face and he constantly flips it out of his eyes.
Kitty Berry
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