The alarm went off an hour before sundown, like usual. I was beginning to really dislike owning the club. I crawled out of bed and slowly started on my way towards the coffee pot. Halfway down the darkened stairway, I ran into Shakespeare.
His skin was the color of a pure starless, moonless night, slightly darker than the stairway we now stood in. I leaned into him, laying the feel of my lips against his, feeling his mouth spread into a smile, bringing one of my own. I locked my arms around his neck and pulled back enough to ask, "Are you ready for work?".
He kissed me again. Hard. Hard enough to bruise. It brought a small sound from my throat before I plastered myself to him. He ate at my lips as his hands caressed my body. He broke from the kiss and left me breathless on the stairs, his laughter trailing after him. Before he turned into out bedroom he called back down to me, " Oui, cheri, I am. But are you?" and he shut the door before I had time to think through his question.
I stood there a moment, relearning how to breath. A smile spread across my face and I headed down the stairs with nerves and excitement bubbling in my stomache. Tonight was opening night.