Lindsay walked into her lush house looking for her father. Lindsay was a beautiful girl, 18, 5 foot 4inches tall, with brown hair, and bright green eyes; she was in shape from running track, her long legs made her look taller than she was. She walked upstairs and found her father. “Hello, honey.” “Hi dad.” She smiled at her father. “You better start getting ready, we are going to see my new client sing tonight, you know the deal, wear something really nice.” Lindsay started to walk to her room. “Ok dad.” Lindsay walked into her room, looking around the large room. She had just the perfect dress, a gorgeous strapless little number. She smiled at herself in the mirror, and started to get ready. She wondered who the client was. Her father worked at the local Opera House, and he scouted for people to sing Opera there. It was quite boring for Lindsay, but she knew it was important to her dad. She sighed, cutting the light off and walking out fixing a stray strand of her hair that had fallen in her face. Her father was waiting for her at the door. He opened the door letting her exit first. She walked out into the cold night air pulling her shawl çankaya escort tight against her shoulders. She took her father’s arm, and walked to the limo with him. They got in and Lindsay turned to her father. “Dad, this new client, what’s he like?” Abby asked hoping he would be at least handsome. “He’s twenty-four, he has black hair, and blue eyes…He sings quite well,” her father answered smiling. Lindsay nodded her head and looks out the window. They pulled up to the Opera house and Lindsay’s father escorted her to her seat. She sat down, and looked up to the stage once the lights dimmed. The curtains opened, and perhaps the most beautiful man she had ever seen stepped out onto the stage. He started to sing and his voice flowed into her ear, her eyes began to tear up. He was a great singer and put so much feeling into it, see could not wait to meet him. Once he finished, she stayed at her father’s side as he made his rounds, talking to everyone. Once they started to head back stage Lindsay started feeling a little nervous. Her father knocked on his door, and he answered, wearing tuxedo pants and his shirt rus escort open with his tie loose around his neck. He smiled. “Grant, I’d like you to meet, Lindsay, my daughter.” Grant smiled. “Nice to meet you Lindsay, why don’t you two come in?” Grant stepped aside to let them pass. Lindsay’s father walked in first, and as Lindsay passed she shyly looked up at Grant. He looked down at her and smiled, and Lindsay’s heart jumped a little. Lindsay and her father sat down, and Lindsay smiled at Grant as he sat down. She let her eyes slowly trail down his face, to his chest and his flat stomach. Her face grew hot when she saw the enticing light brown trail of hair that disappeared into his pants. Grant followed her eyes and smiled to himself. The door opened and Lindsay’s father’s assistant popped in. “Mr. Smith can I see you for a second?” Mr. Smith got up. “Lindsay stay here, and keep him entertained, I should be back in a minute.” “Umm, Mr. Smith, this might take a while.” Mr. Smith sighed. “Ok, I’ll be back you two.” He walked out softly closing the door. “So Grant, how long have you been singing? You did wonderfully, eryaman escort by the way,” Lindsay said rather shyly. She watched his face enjoying the five-o’clock shadow on his chiseled features. “I’ve been singing since I was twelve.” He smiled at her face, her skin was so beautiful and flawless. Grant got brave and got up, walking slowly over to the couch sitting next to Lindsay. “Lindsay, you’re very beautiful.” “Thank you, Grant.” Grant put his hand on Lindsay’s leg, and looked into her soft green eyes. Lindsay blushed, and cleared her throat. “Something wrong Lindsay?” Grant asked smiling. “No, I’m fine…” Her voice trailed off as Grant leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her neck. Lindsay bit her bottom lip and looked into his eyes. She placed her small hand on his long, lean leg squeezing a little. Lindsay suddenly realized what she was doing and she jumped up off the couch, walking over to the other side of the room. “What’s wrong, Lindsay?” Lindsay crossed her arms. “We just met.” Grant walked over to Lindsay, his long legs only taking two steps to reach her. He put his strong hands on her slender shoulders as he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Don’t over think it, just feel.” Lindsay shivered and turned around looking up at Grant. He looked down at her, his eyes full of lust, his 6ft 3inch frame towering over Lindsay. He leaned down, his mouth inches from Lindsay ‘s soft full lips.