Marrying A Cowboy(8)By: Tyra Brown
“What do you mean? I thought that we had three months to put the album together.”
“There’s been a change of plans,” Billy said, taking her bags and handing them to his assistants. “I’ve got executives from some of the major record companies and streaming services coming out here in two weeks to see what we have to offer.”
“Two weeks?” Monica stopped walking and stared at Billy with a look of despair. “How is that possible? Why would you do that? I’ve barely started writing the first few songs.”
“This is a business, baby. There’s no time to waste. Now, let’s get out of this airport and get to work.”
And get to work is exactly what they did. Monica barely had time to admire how beautiful Billy’s ranch was. She would have never imagined that a guy who had been born and raised in New York City would purchase such a beautiful piece of land out in the country. Once she had put her bags in her room, she went down into the basement studio and that’s where she stayed late into the evening.
It was around 2am in the morning when Billy finally told her to come out of the recording booth. Both of his assistants had already gone to bed, so it was just the two of them in the studio.
“Not bad for the first day,” he said as she walked back into the main section of the studio. “Not bad at all. But it still feels like something’s missing in the love song. It seems like you’re holding something back.”
Monica was too exhausted to argue. She plopped down in a comfy chair and closed her eyes. She couldn’t remember ever working so hard, yet he was telling her that it still wasn’t good enough.
“Don’t worry, though. It’s a process and you’re in the perfect place.” Billy came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He began to gently massage her. Monica was too tired to realize that her producer might have been getting a bit too close. She was too tired to realize or care that he might have had other ideas in mind besides just comforting her at the end of a long workday.
“What time do we start tomorrow?”
Billy smiled and continued massaging her shoulders. “I think that we could get started in the early afternoon. I’ve never been one for morning work.”
“That’s fine with me. I can’t wait to just curl up in that huge bed. I love beds like that. They make me feel like a princess in my own castle.”
A sly smile appeared on Billy’s lips. “My bed’s even bigger,” Billy said. “And I wouldn’t mind sharing it with you.”
Suddenly Monica snapped back to the present and she realized that Billy was crossing a line that he had never crossed before. She stood up and walked to other side of studio.
“Is something wrong?”
Monica didn’t want to make eye contact with him. She had never felt uncomfortable around Billy. They had been working together for years and she couldn’t remember him ever putting his hands on her like that. She crossed her arms against her chest.
“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s just that I’ve had a really long day. The last thing I want is to end up jetlagged tomorrow.”
Billy seemed a bit hurt by how quickly she had moved away from him. But he did his best to mask his disappointment. “That’s fine. I’m going to stay down here and get a bit more work done.”
Monica nodded and walked out of the studio. She was relieved when she got back up to her room. She plopped down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Am I being paranoid or was Billy actually coming onto me down there? she wondered. She remembered what Monica had said to her about Billy bringing her out here to this remote location to record the album. This wasn’t the first time that they had been in the studio alone after a long workday. But he had never before tried rubbing her shoulders.
Whatever all that touch feely stuff was about, she had hoped that he had gotten it out of his system. That’s not what she was interested in. She wanted their relationship to remain platonic and professional. If Billy was expecting more than that, he would end up being very disappointed.