| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: The Pianist (1/3) |
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The Piano Warehouse, the UK's largest piano realtor, is a very dull place to work. Especially if you don't play the piano. It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon in London, and I was left alone to manage the store myself, which wasn't a problem because there was absolutely no one around, and I was completely bored out of my mind. Now, don't get me wrong, every once in a while some poor old bloke would come in and wander around the cold, modern showroom, ask a price, and after hearing their answer, would quickly make their exit. To say the very least, I was in a foul mood. I sighed and lifted my legs onto the desk, in a very un-ladylike fashion, and leaned back in my very uncomfortable, black, leather chair, and closed my eyes. Twenty minutes later, I heard someone enter the showroom; I didn't even bother getting up this time. "Excuse me miss? May I play this piano?" a man's voice echoed from somewhere in the store. I didn't even have the decency to look up at him. I did, however, put my legs down from the desk and straighten out my skirt, which had slipped down to my hips. "You wouldn't buy a car without test driving it first, would you?" I said rudely. He didn't answer. I heard him lift the key cover, clear his throat, and begin to play. He was surprisingly good. It was then I looked up. He was handsome. I'd say in his late 30's early 40's, well built, with a beautiful light complexion, and very nicely dressed. I instantly regretted my behavior. I stepped out from the desk, and crossed the showroom to the piano at which he was playing. He was playing a Stein Mayer grand piano. He didn't even notice me there. Or if he did, he was ignoring me, as I ignored him. I blushed a deep shade of pink. "Erik Satie," I stated, watching him. He played beautifully. After about a minute he replied. "Do you play?" he asked, not bothering to stop, or even look at me. "No, I only know my favorites." "And you work at The Piano Warehouse." It wasn't a question. I blushed deeper. "Well, I know how to sell a piano!" I snapped at him. This time he slowed his song to a stop and looked up at me for the first time. He was so handsome, my stomach knotted up. "Do you?" he asked sarcastically. I felt like my skin was on fire. Whether from anger, embarrassment, desire, or a combination of the three, I didn't know. I let out a noise of irritation and turned my heel to walk away from him. "Stop, please, I'm sorry. I'm being very rude." I took a deep breath and turned back to face him. He smirked. "How much" – he stood and closed the key cover with a light snap – "is this piano?" I stood there in silence for a moment staring at him. He waited patiently for me to answer. This just irritated me even more. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't know exactly, I'd have to check. But I'd say roughly 10,000 pounds." He let out a low whistle, put his hands |
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