Follow Your Heart

"She is right. If this place isn't perfect when Richard gets in, he has a fit and we end up eating cold cereal for breakfast. Come on, we better get to work." Michael told her.

They grabbed sponges and a mop and started working on the mess. Lisa was a little shocked by how much his touch had affected her. None of the other guys she had dated had ever made her feel any kind of longing for more, but the feel of him running his fingers down her neck, and the closeness of his body had defiantly awakened something inside her. She had only just met this man, but already she thought him more of a friend the all the people she hung out with at home. He was a famous rock star, but Lisa often forgot that as she sat around talking and laughing with him. She didn't know what to make of these feelings. So many times she had heard her friends talking about the way a guy made her come alive. Lisa had begun to think there was something wrong with her that in twenty seven years she never felt like that. Now suddenly she begins to feel it with a guy who has been with women all over the world.

Lisa couldn't seem to equate the guy she had spent the whole night talking and laughing with to the guy that was in the papers being shown drinking, or having some woman hanging on his arm. Which one was the real Michael Joyce? Lisa guessed she wouldn't really have time to find out. As soon as the ice melted, he would probably be happy to have her leave so he could continue his private getaway. She knew she was just someone to waste time with while he was stuck in the house.

"It looks like we got this cleaned up. Richard will be here anytime now. Would you care to join me in the living room? I think Greta probably has fresh coffee waiting for us." Michael offered his arm to her. She took it and let him lead her in.