Rhythm and Romance

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Even with her win, Taylor Swift had felt humiliated since the earlier events in the evening. Her friends had done their best to console her and even with Beyoncé so gracefully allowing some of her award speech time to her, the blonde woman could already see the headlines of the gossip and tabloid headlines tomorrow. Sighing and lightly rocking her glass of sparkling wine from side to side, she was absent-mindedly staring off into space, her gaze was locked on the rows of bottles behind the fancy bar but the young woman was thinking of anything but.

'I suppose I could just get wasted and deal with it tomorrow...' Taylor thought to herself, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she swallowed another mouthful of her drink. The fancy Hollywood party was in full swing and she had heard some of the voices talking about what a jackass Kanye was and how embarrassing the interruption must have been for her and what it must have been like for her. Her head dropped slightly and she swallowed another glass of her rosé before she sighed again and pushed herself in a 180-degree spin to face the party to climb off of the stool.

As she turned though, she was greeted by a well-dressed black man standing in front of her. He was clad in a very nice, well-fitting suit and he had a sympathetic look on his face while he looked at her. He had hands stuffed into his jacket pockets but he took them out and held them just under his jacket before he spoke to her.

"Hi Taylor, my name's Len Adams." That name sounded very familiar to the young woman. She opened her mouth briefly before Len filled the gap in for her. "The support act for Kanye. Yeah, that one." He paused briefly before he carried on. "If it helps, the guy was an asshole the whole time I was on tour with him so it wasn't that much of a surprise for me." He took his hand out from the inside of his belt and offered it for her to shake. "Still, I'm sorry about what he did."

"Oh... Thank you." Taylor said, an almost fake smile on her face as she shook hands with him. "It was... An experience I guess?"

"Free publicity too!" Len said, a wide smile on his face as he tried to find a positive. It was with the smile that Taylor noticed just how nice his teeth were as well. Taylor had never really seen many African-American men in Pennsylvania and while it was quickly changing with her time in Los Angeles and now she had a handsome man in front of her, it was a very pleasant surprise for her.

"Sorry, that was probably-"

"A welcome distraction," Taylor said, opting to finish whatever it was that Len was going to try and say to her. "It was... Something I guess?"

"That's the best way to look at it." He said, nodding his head as he took a step closer to her and climbed onto the barstool next to her.

She felt like there was already something between them and it compelled her to turn and give him the same courtesy he had offered her.

"Man, this whole thing is such a change for me. I'm used to maybe the local radio stations giving me interviews. Maybe. To have all these eyes and cameras on me, it's like I'm in a different universe." He said, laughing at the sights. Taylor giggled gently before nodding her head.

"It took some getting used to as well. It was nothing like this in West Reading."

"Your hometown?"

"Yeah, good ol' country town." She said with a smile, her glass now empty. She raised her hand to try and get the attention of one of the bar staff before Len beat her to it. He himself ordered a whiskey and coke before he turned to her.

"The same?"

"Oh that's okay, I can-" Taylor started before Len interrupted her.

"And the same for Miss Swift." The bartender nodded her head and quickly arranged the drinks before delivering them to the two musicians. He paid the woman and offered her a very generous tip before he took a mouthful of his drink. "This really is better too." He said with a laugh.

"Where are you from? Chicago?" She asked, genuinely curious and picking at her brain as to where she had read about him.

"Cincinnati. You were close though! Have you read about me?"

"Yeah, trying to remember where though!" She giggled, looking at him with a genuine smile now on her face.

"I couldn't tell you, I've done so many interviews over such a small time frame it's like I've done twenty days in one."

Taylor nodded her head at the comment. She knew exactly what that felt like for her career as well. She took another mouthful of her wine.

"I swear, I've done a million interviews and there are still other people asking for me to do a TV show appearance or a radio show or a sit-down interview or some photo shoot that makes me feel like a robot."

"Yeah, I forgot about the radio shows." Len chuckled at that.

"How have you been doing? With the whole Kanye supporting stuff."

"Now that my name's been getting out there, it's started to get pretty big. My Spotify and Youtube numbers are climbing and I think my Twitter followers are in the thousands now. Makes me ready to do my next record." Len said, sipping on his drink.

Taylor nodded her head, and that all sounded very familiar to her as well.

"Well, I was going to say you could come on support with me but it sounds like you're doing incredibly well for yourself!" Taylor said a warm smile on her face.

Len chuckled and took another sip.

"I mean, I wouldn't go that far. I guess if I got another TV spot then maybe? But until then, I guess I won't be doing the big stadiums yet."

"Oh, wait until that happens! It's going to be like you're on another planet altogether." Taylor said, a giggle escaping her mouth as she brought her right hand up to her mouth to cover her lips.

Len chuckled at the comment and nodded his head in agreement with her.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I'm already bracing myself. I got to see some of it on the tour, but I don't know if I really can appreciate just what's coming."

The petite blonde nodded her head, tilting her head to the side slightly before she casually swirled her glass around before she took another sip.

"Well, you know who to call right?" She inspected the handsome, toned man before sighing casually and turning her head to look out to the mingling guests as the light, ambient music continued to play over the PA system. She turned her head to face him again, her whole body shifting to look at him properly. Her eyes stole another look up and down his body before she took another sip of her drink. He was definitely built, she couldn't see his body through the suit but she had this almost supernatural way of being able to tell if a guy was actually in shape or not.

Len looked like he was in incredible shape.

That thought alone made her want to stay in the conversation with him. She had her eyes settled on his shoulder blades, they looked wide enough that she could just hold onto him and ride him wherever. Riding him... Now there was a thought. A thought she probably shouldn't entertain in public either, she scolded herself. Embarrassed to think about it in public. She looked a little bit down at his chest, he must have solid pecs as well and his stomach must be well-shaped. Maybe a six-pack? She had never seen one in real life, all her previous lovers were in shape, there was no doubt about that but she had never actually seen one in real life. Her eyes were drifting downwards when he coughed gently, snapping her out of her observations.

"My eyes are up here." He said a wide grin on his handsome face which made her cheeks flush with pink before she blinked several times and came crashing back down to reality.

"Oh... Right! Sorry! I was just thinking that you looked like a football player or a boxer or something!" She said, her mind instantly racing to the thought of a well-built professional. Her lips twisted into a look of slight concern, worried that she had just crashed the conversation with her embarrassing studying of him. She was grateful to just have him laugh at it and shake his head gently.

"It's cool, it's cool. I used to play football, just do weights and cardio now though. I need to be able to move around and keep the rhythm going, you know?"

"I bet you know all about rhythm." She said, smiling at him.

"What do you mean?" He asked, a sly grin on his face as she caught his deep brown eyes floating up and down her body. Any other time she would have rolled her eyes, she was used to the male, and sometimes female, gaze but with Len it was as if she wanted to show off for him. The question had thrown her though. She knew why she had said it, the thought of his chocolate skin against hers had made her curious and her mind was already painting pictures. She had no real idea why she had said that to him though and it was as if her mind was trying to tank the conversation.

"I mean... Well... You know..." Taylor stumbled on her words, her mind doing its absolute best to try and finish the sentence. Or even properly start the excuse but nothing remotely suitable was coming to mind. He reached over and planted his hand on her shoulder, offering it a gentle squeeze.

"Have a good night Taylor, thanks for the talk." When he turned to finish the conversation, the blonde woman could barely believe what she did as she instantly laid a hand on his forearm to keep him anchored to her. He paused in his movement, his eyes looking down at her hand before back up to her. He smiled and placed his hand on top of hers, offering it a squeeze before moving to lift it up off of him. "Easy now, if you want me to stay, you just need to tell me."

"I want you to stay." Taylor spilled instantly as if she knew what he was going to say and she was just hurrying him up through the script.

"You want me to stay?" Len repeated as if he wanted to make sure that he had heard her correctly.

"I want you to stay," Taylor confirmed, offering him a smile. Her bright eyes drifted across his handsome face, drinking in every little part of his deliciously rich chocolate skin as she felt like she was drowning in it. Her tongue ran along the inside of her bottom row of teeth while she looked him in the eyes. He returned the gaze and his mouth was ever so slightly open, his bright white teeth ever so slightly appearing between his lips as the pair just shared a look together.

"Well alright then," Len said, his smile still intoxicating to the Pennsylvania native. He took a step forward, seeming to aim for the bar but Taylor moved to match him without even really thinking about it. The pair both moved together in near-perfect harmony and it brought out a shade of pink in Taylor's cheeks that she didn't even really know she could conjure up. Len ran his hand over his chin and paused for thought before he spoke again. "Did you want to stay here too?"

Taylor stared at the man, and then looked around the general mingling populace of the afterparty before she shook her head.

"No. No, I don't."

That made the man who had been supporting the villain of her evening smile brightly.

"Well, I'm sure-"

"My driver's parked in the west car park with the rest of the VIP's, I'm in the one with the licence plate with 610 in it. Meet me out there in ten minutes." She said, looking around again in an almost conspiratorial manner before moving away from the bar, complete with her little model awards tucked up in her arms. She offered him one last smile over her shoulder before she walked over to the exit doors, the same flush of pink in her cheeks that seemed to be burning at her. She still couldn't believe she was actually doing this but with every step she took, it was like someone was whispering reassuring words in her ear and encouraging her to carry on.

So she did.

Walking through the doors, she was greeted with a large square parking lot, and a collection of limos, and their drivers either sat at a small propped-up camping table with a deck of cards spread out on it or they were just having a drag of their cigarettes and resting by the side of the cars. She didn't have to wait long before she spotted her driver and bodyguard duo who had just been talking casually. Harry was the first to spot her, jumping up off of resting at the side of the hood, her bodyguard was quick to rush down to the door and open it up for her.

"Here we go Miss Swift, are we done for the evening?"

"Yes, thank you, Harry, can you dispose of these for me?" She asked, gesturing to her hand luggage. "And Wes, I'd like you to get us ready to leave. I want to wait for a moment though, we're probably going to be leaving with a guest."

"Very good Miss Swift," Wes said, making his own way around the other side of the car to slide into the driver's seat, the car coming to life within seconds of his arrival in the front. Harry had placed the add-ons Taylor had brought with her into the trunk and as Taylor slipped inside the limo, he took his place at the door, making sure that she could see who was approaching but they would have to get through the mountain of a man that had been hired to protect her. Taylor relaxed in the chair, her body already loosening up to the idea of what was coming.

She had never had a one-night stand before.

But that thought process was enough to make her frown. Why was she so dismissive of this? How could she already know that she and Len were just going to be a one-night thing? She crossed her long legs, right over left as she stared into the divider between the front of the car and the spacious back area of the limo. As she was starting to drift away to be lost in her own thoughts, she was snapped back to the present by the sound of Harry speaking up.

"Can I help you sir?"

Taylor turned to look to see Len standing just to the side of Harry's side.

"It's okay Harry, this is Len Adams, he's our guest," Taylor said, looking up to her bodyguard who shared a glance with her before nodding his head and stepping to the side so Len could climb into the car. Taylor scooted up to the right of the seating, not that she really needed to, but she did so as if to be extra welcoming to the man. Len was quick to grab a seat, clipping the seatbelt in just as Taylor had done. Harry quickly dropped down and into the car in one fluid movement while closing the door behind him.

"Wow, I get both names huh? I must be important!" Len teased, laughing to himself as he looked over to Taylor before inspecting the rest of the inside of the limo. "Wow... So this is what I can look forward to when I get big huh?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Taylor confirmed, nodding her head as she just stared at the man. Chewing down on her bottom lip, she awkwardly fumbled with the one strap of her dress, tugging it up onto her shoulder and rearranging it as if to ensure that it wouldn't be going anywhere. "It is pretty great..." She added, concentrating on keeping her breathing level while she looked at him. How could she be this smitten already? Was it the way he carried himself? The fact that he, someone only related to Kanye West tangentially found it appropriate to come over to her and apologise? Was it just the fact that he was pantie-wettingly handsome? She had no idea but as she exhaled softly, she found herself having to force herself to stare at something, ANYTHING other than Len.

Her bright blue eyes caught him silently chuckling to himself as he peered out of the window, seeming to avoid looking at her while he studied the skyline of the city. She chewed down on her bottom lip before she did more than her absolute best and ripped her gaze away from his profile and to the inside of the limo. Casually crossing her legs, Taylor looked at the partition and spoke up.

"Are we nearly there?"

"Yes Miss Swift, we've been lucky with the lack of traffic tonight."

"Okay, thank you Wes." She sighed involuntarily, looking out of the window and then back to Len who had turned his handsome face to look to her.

"Looking forward to a good night's rest?" He asked her, his midnight black eyebrow arching slightly as he looked at her.

Another labored sigh escaped her lips as she bit down and shook her head, almost trembling in her place.

"A rest... Not exactly what I was thinking..." She sighed again, letting her head fall backward and then over to the opposite window, the back of her head now facing Len. She thought she heard him laughing and if she was honest with herself, she couldn't really blame him. This whole situation was escalating to ridiculous and here she was wanting nothing more than to just ravish him right there in the back of the limo even with the viewing eyes of her driver and bodyguard. Len simply chuckled, prompting a look from Harry but Taylor's gaze stopped that interaction and Harry simply turned his head to peer out of the window. Taylor looked to the dark-skinned man and drank in that handsome expression again, a smile on her perfectly painted lips. Len looked over to her, their eyes meeting and staring at each other, their gaze locked and loaded for one another.

She watched as his hands casually stroked at his broad thighs, was he trying to draw her attention to them? She couldn't be certain but they were definitely very, very nice to look at. She could only imagine what they would look like without any pants on. Would she be right and would he be built upon built? Those big strong thighs being accentuated by thick veins painting his dark skin? She could only wonder and thinking about it only made her need to clamp her legs together even harder. As the drive continued, it was getting to the point where it was driving Taylor mad with pressure. She was so ready to just pounce on Len and drag him to bed with her but she had to resist the urge and grab at him. That sort of action would hardly be becoming of a pop star on the rise as she was.

Also, she just didn't care.

The tension was palpable, she had no idea if anyone else in the limo could feel the electricity practically exploding from her body and mind, stealing a look at the two men in the back of the car with her, Harry's face was... Ambivalent, but that was often the case with her security and Len, well he had a sly smile on his face but she had no idea if that was because he was feeling the exact same thing she was. She rubbed her thighs together in frustration, she had no idea how the hell she was going to get through the lobby of the hotel but she closed her eyes and did her best to think of ANYTHING else other than the dark-skinned man sharing the back of her limousine.

Her breathing caught in her throat as the car made a turning and she knew that they were pulling up into the parking lot of the hotel. A quick glance outside of the windows confirmed it and finally Wes broke his silence from the front of the car.

"We're here Miss Swift."

The limo bumped up and down slowly, the wheels rolling over some speed bumps and then the car came to a stop outside of the main entranceway to the hotel. Harry moved quickly, his hands opening the door for Taylor and Len who happily followed out of the car. The two men on Taylor's staff were quick to make them presentable for her but as Len carried on towards the hotel lobby, Taylor turned to speak to the two men.