Under the Goddess Moon | By : Neverseenblue Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > U2 Views: 3121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I awoke several hours later with the late morning light spilling into my eyes. I groaned, rolled over and snuggled deeper into the pillows unwilling to come up to reality just yet. I had been having the most delicious dream of making love to Bono, it was so real, I could almost recall the taste of him, the sent of him…..then it hit me, it had been no dream, but was real. A small thrill raced though me as I recalled his passionate embrace, his steamy kisses. Butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. What will I say to him now, how will I be able to face him, knowing how easily I went to bed with him.
I sat up and turned to see if he still lay aside me, but was disappointed to find the bed empty. Maybe it was a dream after all, but no, this was not the room I had been staying in with my friend. This one was much more grand and lavish. I fell back with a happgh agh and called out “Bono”
No one answered. I listen to see if maybe he was in the shower, but the room was uncannily still and quite. I was the only one there. A bit of disappointed began to sink its way into my happiness. What could I have expected? It was just a quick roll in the sack for him. I’m sure he found a willing female to warm his bed at every stop on his tour. I tried to stifle the small spark of anger that flared up— I had no claims on his affections. No one had forced me, and if I had it all do to again I wouldn’t have done no different. I chalked it up to harmless fun, how could one be held accountable for what one does when the moment takes them.
I yawned and arched my back, stretching out my arms, flexing the drowsy sleep from my body. As I straightened up a soft blue envelope on the night stand caught my eye. It was addressed to me in short bold print. I eagerly slipped the matching note out of the envelope,
Amber,
I’m sorry I could not be there when you wake up. I have a long list of meetings and interviews this morning and had to leave early, I didn’t want to wake you, and you looked so beautiful sleeping.
I hope you don’t think I do this sort of stuff all the time. I can not explain last night; I’m not going to even try. I want to see you again. I’m dining tonight at Bern’s, and made reservations for two, at 6pm. Please come, I don’t want to leave with out seeing you again.
B.
Bern’s Steakhouse!!! Bono wants me to have dinner with him at Bern’s! A part of me wanted to say no, that accepting an invitation to such an exclusive restaurant would label me a whore, like I was being bought off. But another part of my brain reassured me that they do not let sluts into places like Bern’s. And I have to admit, having never been inside the place I was curious to see what it was like. This sort of decision should not be made alone I thought, I should talk it over with my friend, who was probably by now wondering where the heck I was.
I scurried out of his bed, naked as the day I was born, and began to look for my swim suit. I found it hanging over the towel rod in the bath room. How sweet I thought, he thought to hang it up. But it was still damp. I hated to put on a wet swim suit, and instead settled on wrapping up in another one of those hotel robes. I gathered up swim suit and stuffed it into my bag, hoping it wouldn’t drip on my CD case and made my way down to my room.
“Where the hell have you been?” I was greeted by my friend, Heather, as soon as I stepped into our room.
I smiled at her and said nothing, merely pulled back the collar of the robe to show her a love bite just over the top of my right breast.
“Well, it looks like you had fun,” she said, “are you going to tell me all about it?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you”
“Try me”
I took a deep breath, and said it as plainly as I could, “I ran into Bono by the pool last night, and we went up to his room and had sex.”
“You’re right, I don’t believe you” she said tossing a pillow at my head.
I ducked it and said “It’s true; honestly, I’m not kidding this time!”
Something in my voice must have convinced her, she gave me a long hard look. We had been friends for most of our lives and could tell when the other was pulling a joke.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” she asked. I nodded.
“Oh my God!” she squealed. “Tell me everything, everything, and don’t leave out any of the juicy details”
“What! You can’t expect me to just describe something like that” I stammered.
“Oh, I know,” she said giving me a playful poke in the rib, “I was only teasing. But you have to tell me one thing, was it good?”
I grinned like a fool, “Better than good, it was delicious.” I replied.
“You have all the luck” she said
“There’s more,” I said, “He wants me to have dinner with him tonight.” I slipped the note out of the pocket and showed it to her.
She glanced it over quickly “Bern’s, Cool! Are you going?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said as I moved to the bed and sat down. “I want to, but I don’t know if I should”
“What makes you think you shouldn’t?” Heather asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know. I just feel like I should leave it as it is, you know, there’s no way we could have a relationship. I don’t even think I would want to be in a relationship with some one so famous. And I seriously don’t think he is asking me to dinner to ask me to go steady. I think it’s one of those ‘em ‘em down easy’ talks I’m in for”
“That’s not what it sounds like to me. From his note it sounds like he just wants to see you again. Have you thought that maybe he just wants to have a friendly dinner after all?” she replied.
“After last night you think all he would want is friendly chit chat?” I replied incredulously.
“I don’t know, it’s possible.” She said, “Look what ever he wants you won’t find out by not going, and you know you will never forgive yourself if you don’t go tonight.”
I couldn’t argue with that. I did want to go. I would at least have the chance to say good bye to him properly.
“Come on,” Heather said, breaking in to my thoughts “it’s almost time to check out and we have some serious shopping to do today. You can’t go to Bern’s wearing just anything”
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