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Guy pinched the bridge of his nose as nails scratched down the chalkboard. Only he wasn’t in a classroom. He was in the studio. And there was no chalkboard. He sat before a black mixing board. Every light jumped up into the red, indicating the sound levels were too high and were distorting.
“How was that take, Guy?”
Frankie Benjamins was dressed like a Catholic schoolgirl on her way to a conjugal visit with the devil. Her pleated skirt barely covered her ass. Her pristine, white shirttails were tied below her breastbone. She wore fire red stilettos to complete the outfit. Frankie gave him a suggestive smile as she toyed indelicately with his four thousand dollar microphone.
Guy sighed.
Frankie dropped her hand from the microphone. “I can do it again.”
“No, no.” Guy let go of his n
