A Question of Lust

Chapter One-

I kept making little jokes, like I always did.

And we both sat there alone, in the dimly lit studio room, laughing like we didn't have a care in the world - when we really should be working.

There was a brief pause of silence before Martin leaned back in chair and started to look me over.

Not in an obnoxious, uncomfortable way, but more of a quiet admiration.

"Would you want to have diner with me tonight?" he asked, in a soft, slightly nervous voice.

I was sitting in front of him, on a stool beside the table, now with a look of dis-belief on my face.

"Oh?... Well, yes. Sure." I answered, completely not expecting that question to come at me.

He smiled at me.... and that's when I noticed it. He was looking me in the eye. Martin rarely looked anyone straight in the eye....

 "Why the invitation?" I asked, curiously.

"Are you shocked? You shouldn't be." he laughed, sitting up and throwing his clipboard on the table.

He leaned in a little closer to me.

"Well... actually, yes, I should be." I said, letting out a nervous giggle.

"Why's that?" he asked.

"Well... is anyone else coming with us?"

"No." he said, in a deep tone. His eyes still fixed on my face.

I felt my heart beat a little faster.

"So... this is like a........ a ah," I started, trying not to blush from the assumption.

"a date, yes." he said, finishing my sentence.

I let out a small laugh and looked at the floor.

 "What's funny?" he grinned.

"Martin, I've seen the girls you go out with." I said, smiling at him.

He smiled back playfully, "Oh you have, have you..." he said.

"Yes, and they're all these dark haired, model like european women, with tiny little waists, big boobs, and legs up to their necks. So why would you want me." I said, in a joking tone, but meaning it of course.

"I do want you..." said Martin, looking more serious now, his green eyes peering into my blue ones.

We locked eyes for a moment, and didn't say a word.

- The door opens. -

"Hey, what's goin' on?" asked Fletch, as he came in the room, sipping a soda.

We broke our stare and I stood up, feeling my face fluster a bit. I turned around and faced the table.

"We're talking about the video shoot tomorrow." said Martin, who had stood up as I did, he looked annoyed by the interruption.

They started having a conversation and I grabbed my bag and went out into the hallway.

I had been working for Depeche for over a month now, as a press photographer. I traveled with them every where they went and shot footage of the band.

I sat my bag down on a chair and went into the bathroom. Luckily no one else was in there, the stalls were empty. I could let out a scream right now......

I couldn't believe he actually liked me. I felt like I was falling in love with him.... especially after Texas.

The 2nd week I was with the band, we got stuck in Texas due to a storm and had to share rooms at a hotel.

Mart got locked out of his room and I found him wandering in the hallway, looking for someone else to bunk with.

I had gotten a single room by myself, and let him stay with me.

Nothing sexual happened..... we just laid on the bed and talked, till almost 4 in the morning.

I didn't think he would think anything of it, no. Not a guy like him that's surrounded by gorgeous women all the time.

A woman came in the bathroom and I snapped out of my thoughts.

I went back out into the hall to pick up my bag, running straight into Martin.

"I was looking for you." he said.

I looked up at him. "Oh, sorry."

"You ready to go?" he asked, and I nodded.

He took me down to this quiet restaurant, that he had obviously been too before. Knowing exactly where to go and who to talk too.

We sat at a table in the balcony, away from everyone else.

"What is this place?" I asked, looking around the room.

"It's a good restaurant, I come here every time I'm in town." he answered, taking a drink of his water.

"Ah, you've brought another young lady here, very nice." said the waiter, as he brought us our menus.

Martin blushed a little at his comment, ignoring it completely. I gave him a sly grin, making his red face worse.

"So I'm not the first one you've woo'd here." I joked.

He grinned and gave me a sarcastic look.

"I brought you here cuz I knew we wouldn't be interrupted, but trust me, this is different."

"It is?" I asked, wondering what he meant exactly.

"It is." he replied, not going into detail.

After we ate, we made our way back to the studio, casually talking and having a good time.

We ran into Alan, who had a sour look on his face. "You're late Martin, we agreed to meet at 9."

"Alright, I'm here. Sorry." Martin replied.

Alan turned and went back inside the room.

I leaned against the wall, looking up at Martin, who was smiling sweetly at me.

"Can I see you later?" he asked, touching my hand.

"Sure." I said, still not completely believing this was happening, it almost didn't feel real.

He leaned down and kissed me softly on the cheek, handing me his room key and whispering "1 am" in my ear, before going on into the conference room.

I stood there a moment and took a deep breath, before going on to the hotel.