CHAPTER NINE
S&M Crush
The sound of an organ woke Vance up—a somber, melodic riff, leaner than most classical compositions, and yet saturated with its own melancholy. Vance recognized the hit tune from his teenage days of watching MTV but couldn’t identify it. He lay on his side trying to recall the title.
Nastassia walked in with a big smile on her face. “Name that tune.” Her housecoat muted her s*x appeal and domesticated her wild, saucy air.
“‘Always Something There to Remind Me.’”
“Not even close.” She sat beside him. “You’re my prisoner until you pass my musical test.”
He kissed her on the hip. “I’m your prisoner anyway. But that’s not my kind of musical trivia.”
“You’ve heard it. I saw that expression on your face.”
“Some of us have more important…” The harsh look on her face
