Living in a world of lyrics, she sings his song and he is powerless to resist.

Peter is anti-social. He doesn’t speak to a soul at work and listens to his music 24/7. He thinks he is too fat to fit in. Rock chick Chloe disagrees and slowly pulls Peter out of his shell. She finally wins him over with her beautiful singing voice but he just does not know how to deal with this beautiful woman and her lusts. Does Chloe have the patience to teach him to play her song to the rhythm of their shared sensuality or will he be forever doomed to a solitary life with only his music for comfort?

I usually write about cuddly ladies and always enjoy doing so but with Lyrical I wanted to try something a little different. My husband gave me the spark of the idea. He likes to have his MP3 playing when he’s out and about and it’s like he disappears into his own little world. So Peter was created. I had great fun working with his personality and creating Chloe, his complete opposite and it was a joy to have them fall in love with each other. :)

Here’s a snippet!

For four days she has hounded me. Every lunch time she intrudes into my comfort zone, making banal conversation and giving me plenty of chances to play the fool. I dread lunch now. My stomach is tied up in knots all morning and I feel kind of sick as I wait for it, knowing she will sit with me and talk at me. Why won’t she leave me alone?

It’s not any different in work. I still get a regular prod from her knobbly finger when she wants help with something. I’ve asked her time and time again to email me, but she say’s it’s a waste of time as I’m only sitting next to her anyway. Least it’s Friday today. I get two days freedom from shoulder bruising and small talk over the weekend. I can’t wait.

I take out my earphones as I place my tray on the table. Today, I don’t want to feel a swift kick to the shins when she sits down.

“Hiya, Pete.” She smiles, slipping into her chair, her dark-denimed legs looking long and elegant. She really suits dress down day. I’ve given up correcting her on my name. It still grates to hear it, though. Pete was the name I used at school, the name that I went by while being humiliated. It’s why I now insist on being called Peter. Peter is a grown up, no nonsense name, a serious name. It’s a name that doesn’t go running to the toilets in tears everyday because the bullies have gotten too much for it. Peter is my shield.

“Hi, Chloe,” I reply, barely looking up from my meal.

“Oh, yay. I’ve finally gotten you trained and civilised. No earphones today, I see.”

“My ears felt sorry for my sore shins,” I say as I roll my eyes, “so they’ve decided to take the pain for a change today.”

“Oh hush, you love the sweet, silky sound of my syllables,” she chuckles. As much as I’d like to say no, I have to admit that she does have a sexy, breathy voice.

“Oh, yes,” I reply, feeling snarky, “but they’re so precious you shouldn’t give so many away so easily.”

“I just think of it as doing my bit for society. I’m giving away diamonds to the poor, to add a bit of sparkle to their sad, solo lives.”

I suspect she isn’t being as general as she sounds, but I shrug, unable to think of a witty rejoinder. It is what I’ve missed all these years, the ability to answer back. I always ends up a tongue-tied mess when hit head on with sarcasm or just plain insult.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” she continues, pricking a salad leaf and bringing it to her mouth. I watched her lips part as she inserts the forkful and smoothly pulls the empty fork back out. My cock throbs. I gently shake my head to try and rid myself of such ridiculous thoughts. I can’t fancy this annoying bitch of a woman. No, that way is where pain and rejection lies.

“I dunno.” I shrug, trying desperately to gain some kind of emotional equilibrium. “I’ll watch the Man U match tomorrow, do a bit of housework. Oh, and I need to do some shopping.”

“Thrilling,” she replies, her eyes rolling this time. “Don’t you ever do anything out of the ordinary? Or is your middle name mundane?”

Her words sting and I just want to crawl away and hide. Yes, my fucking life sucks, I want to reply, go on, make fun of me, I know you want to. Instead, I maintain a stony silence.

“I’ve got a gig tonight” she continues, seemingly unaware of my discomfort. “At the Old Tin Whistle. Do you know it?”

I nod my head. It’s one of the pubs near my home.

“Yeah, it starts at eight-thirty. It’s basically just glorified karaoke with a few of my own tracks thrown in for good measure. It should be fun.”

“I didn’t know you were a singer.” I’m genuinely surprised. As I know she has two sisters and a dog and an allergy to bananas, I thought she’d told me everything about herself.

“Yeah, I sing. I’m hoping to make a career of it, you know, but right now I need this job to pay my bills as I wait to hit the big time.”

For the first time in a week, I see a flash of vulnerability in Chloe’s eyes, hidden behind the bravado of her words. Suddenly she becomes a little bit less annoying and a tiny fraction more human.

“Hey, you could come and watch if you like.” She smiles and I nod.

“Well, I might. I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on, Pete, I know you’ve got nothing better to do.”

I have to chuckle because, as offensive as she is, she is right. “Okay, I’ll come. I’m not a pub person, you know. I don’t drink.”

“I’ll buy you a Coke and a packet of nuts, then.” She smiles, “And I’ll dedicate a song to you.”

“Really?” I blush and she nods. “As long as it’s not ‘Creep’ or ‘I Hate Everything About You,’ then it’s a lovely gesture.” She giggles and the gentle tinkle sounds almost tuneful.” No, I was going to go for something more tasteful like that Right Said Fred Song ‘I’m Too Sexy’”

“Ah, going for irony, kudos.” I’ll get the sarcastic fat boy barb in first; it hurts less that way.

“No, true but tacky.” She grins, stands and lifts in one movement. “Eight-thirty tonight, okay? Don’t be late.”

“Okay, boss,” I reply, but she is already half way across the room. I’m confused. It sounds like she just said I was sexy, but she can’t really think that, can she? Damn that woman, if she’s not making my shoulder or ankle ache from her kicking and prodding, she’s giving me a damn headache.

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