Maybe forever

Naughty dreams

Amelia*

"Well you two looked kind of cozy". Jasper looks at me when I walk back out on the balcony.

I sit down and pick up my glass of wine. "We had an okay evening and I hate to admit it, but you might have been right, we needed to talk about some things."

"Well, I am happy to hear that. Maybe it will make working together a lot easier." He sends me a knowing smile.

I glare at him and shake my head. "Forget it, Jasper. I can see what you are thinking; it ain't gonna happen."

"But you two are so perfect together, darling, and I am pretty sure that man is still in love with you." Jasper sighs and makes a kissing face.

I pull off my shoe and throw it at him. "No he isn't, and you can have him if you like him that much."

"Oh sweetie, if I thought he had any tendencies in that direction, I wouldn't hold back. He is absolutely gorgeous, but I don't get any such vibes at all." He grins and throws my shoe back.

I shake my head; I can feel the wine now. "No, I think you are right about that. Too bad for you; you are missing out on quite a lot."

"Uh, do tell, and don't forget all the dirty details." He makes eyes at me, and I giggle. It's a bit weird talking like that with a man, even one who is gay.

I wink at him. "Hey, you know a lady never talks about things like that, darling."

"Lady? You, sweetie, have never been a lady. Now do tell; you can't say something like that and then not share the good stuff." He leans back and crosses his legs.

I empty my glass and say, "Well, I can tell that he is just a bit naughty, not to say a lot, and he knows how to please a lady. And well, it more than fits the rest of him in size. And now I will go to bed."

"Oh, good night, my dear! Sweet dreams about that hot ex of yours and his big baloney!" Jasper yells after me, and I flip him off on my way to bed.

*****

I come stomping into the kitchen the next morning; Jasper is just finishing up a cup of coffee. "I really hate you, did you know that?"

"Well, hello and good morning, gorgeous. And why do we hate me this time?" He looks up at me.

I open the fridge and pour myself a glass of juice. "Because it is your fault I have slept so badly."

"But how on earth can that be my fault? I am pretty sure I slept nicely and quietly in my own bed all night." He looks confused.

I empty the glass and glare at him. "It is your fault because of what you said, making me have dreams I should not be having."

"Your own subconsciousness, darling. It is telling you something, letting you know that you want some more of his..." I throw a pillow from the couch at him, hitting the back of his head.

"Hey, you naughty girl! If there had been any coffee left in my cup, I would have had to change my clothes now!" He yells after me.

I just grin. "Would have served you right, sweetie, when you accuse my poor subconsciousness of such depraved ideas."

Ten minutes later, we are sitting in my car on our way toward the studio. I am looking forward to this, but I am also a bit nervous. I hope they will find me good enough.

When I park out front, we can't help but notice Cory. He is leaning against his gray Nissan sports car, clearly waiting.

"Well, sweetie, looks like a certain dream man is waiting for you. Still thinking he is completely over you?" Jasper says, winking at me.

I turn off the car and grab my bag. "Who says that he is not waiting for you, darling?"