Chapter 2.
Suddenly feeling naked, she covered herself as nonchalantly as possible. Shit, where was a bra when she needed one? Her tank top was next to see through or so it felt.
"Can I help you?" she asked coldly. He looked around nervously. "I was hoping I could talk with you about your music for a second."
"Now? What on earth couldn't wait till next time I come to LA?" she spat.
"Um, did I miss something or do you just strongly dislike me?" JC asked confused.
"Well you see, I'm not real big on producing and or song writing with playboys. Oh, and before you even think about it, I don't sleep with people to get my songs bought so if that's what you came here for, you're wasting your time."
JC stood with wide eyes looking nothing but confused. "Listen here honey, I don't sleep with anyone to get further with this business. That just isn't my style. I try to keep my personal life and professional life separate and I really get annoyed by rumors. You should probably take the time to actually get to know me before you start believing whatever bullshit it is you've read."
Rolling her eyes, Carly stepped back to allow him entry to her hotel room. "Come in" she spat. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the large room looking out the window. "You can have a seat" she said waving to the couch as he sat down. "Would you like something to drink?"
He shook his head. "No thank you." Carly nodded and went to her suitcase to grab the most covering shirt she could find. Thankfully she'd packed a hoodie for her brief trip and pulled it over her head as quickly as possible. Once situated, she took a seat in the desk chair across from him. Distance. She needed that.
He cleared his throat and began to talk. "Your performance was great tonight! I loved the song."
Carly smiled tightly. "Thanks" she shrugged. JC nodded and looked around the room. "You really don't like me do you?" he asked.
"Hmm.. From what I've read, seen and heard, not so much."
"Ouch". JC said as he hung his head. "Don't you know half that shit you read is bull?"
"It very well could be but right now I'm not convinced".
"I wasn't aware I was here for an interview. I came here to praise your song and your talent but if you've already got your opinion set on me, I might as well see my way out." he said as he stood and began towards the door.
She could tell he was offended and suddenly felt bad. Why was she being such a bitch in the first place? she asked herself. "JC, wait. I'm-I um, I'm sorry. I know Avery has spoken only nice things about your producing and yes, I've read about a trillion things about you I didn't care for but your right, I have no reason to pre-judge you based on gossip."
He shook his head. "Are you going to be nice to me now?"
Carly couldn't help but give a half smile. "I was thinking about it."JC took his turn in doing the same. "Good. I'm a pretty nice guy Carly."
"We'll see" she laughed quietly. JC smiled. "So how long have you been writing?"
"Since I was like, 13" Carly answered. JC's eyes went wide. "That long? Wow."
"I love words and emotions. They just kind of spill out of me. And music, well that speaks for itself. It's in my blood. To simply say 'I love it' sounds too cliché" she answered truthfully.
JC nodded in awe. "I noticed you were in your own little world up there tonight. You looked at peace."
"I don't think I'm ever at peace on stage. I hate it up there. I'm no where near the talent of a singer. Too bad it's the only way to get my songs heard."
"You've got a great voice, Carly". he said quietly. Carly looked around nervously wondering how to take such a compliment. She hated her voice. "Thank you JC."
"So you're a big producer these days eh?" she asked.
"I wouldn't say big. I enjoy being behind the scenes. I feel comfortable there"
"Mmmhmm, I know the feeling."
Silence filled the room before the sounds of JC's cell phone buzzing against his leg halted him from further conversation. "Excuse me for a second please" JC stood and walked to the door.
Carly nodded and took the opportunity to walk towards the glass doors of the balcony as she stepped outside onto it. She glanced out at the gorgeous night sky of Los Angles. She loved her visits here. Chicago had some breathtaking views and would always be considered her home but LA owned a piece of her heart. So many firsts had taken place here for her, both good and bad. Breathing in deep, she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, letting the breeze gently brush over her face.
She jumped when she felt a hand gently graze her shoulder. "Sorry! I didn't mean to be to scare you, nor was I trying to be rude with the phone call." He replied. "Don't worry about it JC." Carly shrugged it off.
"Wow, this view is killer."
"Mmm, I love it. Something about cities and cool night air takes me away. It's one of my many serenities"
"I have to agree with you once again" he said standing beside her, mimicking her stance.
"So.. Tell me about Carly Piper"
"Uh, what do you want to know JC Chasez?" she mocked him.
"Where you grew up, how you became a song writer, what you like, what you don't like?"…
"Are you writing a biography on me or something?"
"Not this week" JC laughed. "I'd just like to know more about you".
"Why? I'm a little thrown off here" Carly turned towards him, her eyes wide.
"Do you always dodge this many questions Carly? Haven't you ever made a friend before?"
"A FRIEND? What in the heck are those? I've ALWAYS wanted one" she spat back mockingly.
JC couldn't help but laugh as he shook his head. "Oh Carly Piper, you're a professional smart ass at heart, aren't you?"
Laughing fully now, Carly turned and walked back into her spacious hotel room. "You know it JC" she said before plopping down on her bed, sitting Indian style.
He followed her, taking a seat in the lounge chair beside her. "I'm waiting" he sighed.
Carly rolled her eyes. "If I tell you my life story, what's in it for me?" she questioned. JC wiggled his eyebrows. "What would you like?"
His answer was in the form of one of the decorative pillows from Carly's bed landing smack dab in his face. "You're an ass."
"Gosh Carly, I was JOKING. You need to lighten up or we're never going to be able to work together."
"I don't remember agreeing to working with you Mr. Chasez, nor to I remember being asked."
"The nights not over" he replied.
They were interrupted as the words to Annie Lennox's 'Sweet dreams' blared from Carly's cell phone lying on the bedside stand. Quickly she snatched it up and answered a cheerful "Hi baby" as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
JC stood there annoyed. Baby? Of course she had a boyfriend or hell maybe even a husband. He didn't remember Avery mentioning anything to him but that didn't mean anything. Regardless, he had no right. This was a business meeting of the sort but he couldn't help but to be drawn to her. She was like some kind of addicting mystery. She was her own style of gorgeous in her own simplicity. She was a true smart ass. He could almost bet that he'd like her even more if she shared more of herself with him. His first goal was to make her see he wasn't such a 'playboy' as she'd labeled him.
He wanted to learn about her. Her secret stories that poured out into her songs. He wanted to hear more of them. Who the hell was that Carly Piper that kept his eyes glued like a moth to a flame on stage just hours earlier?
Not but three minuets later, Carly exited the bathroom to see JC sitting on her bed, against the headboard.
"WHAT do you think you're doing Mr. Chasez?" Carly asked in her best annoyed voice.
"I think Carly Piper reads cheesy romance novels" JC declared laughingly.
Carly's cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink as she saw what JC had in his hands. "Oh my gosh JC, put that down!" she gasped trying to reach for it. He turned quickly, getting away from her reaching arms.
JC cleared his throat and read out loud. "Ahemm.. He repositioned them and lay above her. Her arms went around his neck in welcome. When he entered her, her body closed around him like the petals of some erotic flower".
Carly paused her position on her knees now realizing she had ended up between JC's out stretched legs. Giving up her fight to retrieve the book, she began holding her head in her hands from embarrassment. "You're a sick man, Chasez".
"I'M THE SICK ONE? YOU--missy, have a dirty book!" he laughed.
"There's nothing wrong with a woman enjoying a little romance".
"Not getting any sweetheart?" JC asked in all seriousness.
Carly did take that opportunity to slap him hard on the shoulder, only to lose her balance and fall into his lap, only to received a painful grunt from him as her elbow landed right on his most priceless part of the anatomy.
"Serves you right" she laughed as she pulled herself off of him, her hair going in every direction. "What are you doing on my bed man-I-just-met?"
"I got bored" he replied trying to nonchalantly heal his aching body. "Let's watch a movie."
"A movie? What the heck JC. I just met you."
"And".. he grabbed the remote from beside her. "Movies are the best way for two people to become friends" he winked as he turned on the TV.
She looked at him confused. "Music. I thought you were here to discuss music."
"I tried. You still had a stick up your ass. I'll have to warm you up with a chick flick. Maybe they'll be some sex in it" he said as he wiggled his eye brows.
"Chasez, get your mind out of the gutter! If you keep speaking about sex and the like, my playboy roll for you is going to stick for good" she warned.
"Whatever. You need to hush. The movie is starting."
******
Carly looked over at the man sitting on her bed. How in the hell had she ended up with one of the most talented producers in her hotel room?
And why did he have to be so damn charming? She honestly wasn't a hundred percent sure why he'd even come to her room tonight. Had Avery put him up to this? Had he mentioned something to JC about her? Her mind was going a mile a minuet and it was all she could do not to stare at him. He remained upright against the head board.and had undone a couple of the buttons of his white shirt. Could she see the faintness of his chest hair sticking out? Shit. What a great day to read one of the hottest sex scenes in her romance novel. Luckily it wasn't the one JC chose to read in his moment of mocking one of her guilty pleasures.
One arm was propped up over his head making him look relaxed as his other was on the bed between them, his fingers curled into a lose fist.
His legs were laying out comfortably in front of him, his tight jeans low on his hips. His shoes had been kicked off before she'd even known he'd done it. He looked damned near sexy if she didn't say so herself.
Carly could feel the heat of him even though the bed was large enough to fit five people. She could smell him to. Something she'd tried to avoid since she opened the door that night.
He caught her gazing over at him and gave her a flirtatious smirk. "Like what you see?" he asked.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Oh yes. I just can't get enough of you."
JC chuckled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, bringing her close. "I'm honestly a nice guy Carly, if you'd just get to know me."
Carly looked into his eyes. They were a gorgeous shad of blue. One she'd never seen before. Why wasn't she pulling away? The scent of him so close to her, crumbling her resistance as every second passed. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. Her world was complicated enough without the likes of JC Chasez making it any more dramatic.
"I might try" she replied sassily, smiling a little bit.
"Good. I think we could be friends Carly. Something about you struck me tonight. Whether its your passion for music or your talented lyrics, or maybe it's that serious 'tough girl' act you pull. I see something in you. Something special."
Carly blinked, reigning herself in for a moment. Still tucked under his arm, she looked into his eyes and couldn't find the words to say.
She didn't like him. He was a playboy. She should have slapped him by now and told him to get off of her. But why did the closeness and the heat of him make her feel safe? Was that even possible from someone you'd known for less then five hours?
"JC, you shouldn't say things like that. Please."
"Sometimes you can't help but to, Carly."
"I really should be getting to bed. My flight leaves early tomorrow afternoon" she spoke softly, not meeting his eyes.
"So sleep. I don't snore."
"JC- you're NOT sleeping in my bed and I am NOT sleeping with you."
"I never said a word about sleeping with you like that Carly. Believe it or not, two people can share a bed and not be lovers. There are several types of intimacy". He scooted down the bed, his arm still wrapped around her shoulders, taking her with him. Carefully, he reached below them to pull the covers up over them, tucking her to his side. "See, no harm in holding a friend."
Carly couldn't pull away. Why was her heart pounding so hard if felt like it was going to jump out of her chest but still at the same time, she felt so comfortable.
"How do I know you're not going to kill me in my sleep?"
JC laughed loudly. "If I was going to kill you, I'd have done it by now, dork."
"But how do I know you're not going to take advantage of me when I'm sleeping?" she said as she tucked the covers around her as tightly as she could, while still being nestled against JC's lean shoulder.
"No offence Carly, but I prefer the woman I make love to, to be fully conscious. It's just not as fun for me."
She gasped. Did he just say make love? Didn't most men use phrases like 'fuck' or 'screw?'. Who was this man? Oh right. It was JC Chasez. Hollywood's biggest playboy. But if he was a playboy, why was he holding her so closely and making her feel protected and cherished? Her confusion began to rise and her resistance slowly crumbled.
"Okay JC." Carly whispered reaching over and flipping off the TV.
"Okay what Carly?" he asked as he looked down into her aqua colored eyes, only to find them already closed.
"Just Okay. Goodnight, friend."
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