I jump off the stage quickly, and I run. I am through the crowd and out the door before I hear Reagan calling my name. She grips my arm outside and swings me around.

"What the hell just happened?"

"I have no idea. God, I have to go."

"Why? Why do we have to go?"

"You don't understand Reagan, what Chief would do to Travis if he knew about that kiss. You also don't understand the past between us..."

"You are a grown woman and whatever happened in the past can stay there. It's why it's called the past Violet."

"Look, we have to leave."

"Fine," She huffs. "I am not happy about it though."

I grin at her. "Sorry, I will make it up to you."

"Mischief!"

I turn to see Travis running towards me; when he stops in front of me, I give him a glare.

"What was that?"

He grips my face. "I have needed that kiss since the day I kissed you all those years ago, your lips have haunted my dreams."

"Travis, you know this can't happen."

"And yet I can't stop myself." He whispers, stroking his fingers down my cheek.

Reagan walks away, traitor. Travis grips my hips and pulls me closer.

"Dangerous grounds Travis."

"I like danger."

"Chief will kill you."

"I'll risk it."

He plants his mouth over mine again and I fall into the kiss, how can I not? His body is hard against me, his hands soft as they stroke my hair, my face, my back. His tongue slides into my mouth, and I whimper at the contact against mine. I pull back after a heated moment and stare at him.

"Until next time, Mischief."

Then he is gone.

"You have to be kidding me!" I cry, throwing the newspaper across the room.

"It's amazing." Sarah, my office assistant, sighs.

"It's not amazing Sarah, I am on the front page with my body crushed against Travis Phoenix!"

"And you are complaining why?" She asks, horrified.

"Because I don't need my name being flaunted around like that, fuck, I need this removed. Get me Trav's number NOW!"

She nods and hurries out; I stare down at the paper. I was enjoying my morning at work until this. It is a picture of me wrapped around Travis and kissing him on stage. I sigh and close my eyes, rubbing my temples. If Chief sees this paper...if he sees this paper, I could be in deep shit. I have to get this off, and fast. Sarah comes back with a strip of paper and hands it to me; I stare down at it.

"Travis is CEO of a company? Since when?"

"I heard it's very flash, and the top place to go for music records. He had a place in NYC, but he moved up here and started it up here a few months ago"

I shake my head, and dial the number on the piece of paper.

"Phoenix records, how may I help you?"

"Yes hello, I was wondering if I could speak to Travis please?"

"Sorry Travis doesn't take phone calls from..."

"I am not a fan!"

"You can imagine how many women ring each day and say that..."

"Tell him it's Violet."

"Oh Violet, just one moment."

Why did she sound like she knew me, I bet she is reading the paper right now. I listen to the sing song voice on the hold line for about ten minutes, when finally it picks up.

"Mischief, the tables have been turned."

Travis's husky voice flows across the phone.

"Don't get your hopes up rockstar; I am calling about the paper."

"You saw that huh?"

"Yes I saw it, and I need my picture and name removed ASAP."

He goes silent a minute. "Why?"

"Travis, have you forgotten about my father?"

He mutters a curse. "Right, I am on it."

"Thank you Travis, I appreciate it."

"Call me Trav."

"Only friends use nicknames."

"And we aren't friends?"

"We were, we don't know each other anymore so Travis it is."

"Then let me change that; let me take you out."

"Travis..."

"I will pick you up at seven."

"Travis..."

"Yes?"

"Are you always so pushy? I don't remember you being so pushy."

"Most days."

"As nice as that is, you know I can't go out with you."

"Look Chief doesn't have to know; I will take you far away from his territory."

"That is a big risk, and you know it."

"I am willing to take that risk."

"Why would you want to risk that for me?"

"You are insulting me again."

"Just answer the question."

"Why not, Mischief?"

Well I have nothing to say to that one.

"Someone watches far too many movies."

He laughs. "We are going out because I want to, there doesn't need to be any more to it. I will pick you up at seven."

"You don't have my mother's new address."

"Don't I?"

"That's creepy."

I can nearly see him grinning on the other side of the phone.

"Seven, beautiful girl."

"Fine Phoenix, I will go out with you IF you get that picture out. Fair is fair."

"Done. Can I have your number?"

I give it to him, what is the point in arguing?

"Alright, see you tonight."

"Bye Trav."

He chuckles. "Atta girl."

When he hangs up, I am smiling from ear to ear. He makes my heart thump; my brain go foggy. He is unbelievable and so completely different to the boy I once knew. Of course, it could all be just a ploy to get me in bed but...for now Travis Phoenix is charming and utterly gorgeous. I pick up my phone to text Reagan; we haven't spoken for nearly four days because I have been so busy with work.

Reag's can we talk? I have news! X Of course, I was wondering when you would text. I missed you Vi.

Me too, Lunch?

Date. What time?

Twelve?

Usual spot?

I will be there. Luv u x You too Vi xo I smile and go to put the phone down, only to receive another text. I glance down at the unknown number but soon figure out who it is.

Wear something sexy tonight.

I smile and reply.

For whose pleasure Mr Phoenix?

Mine, of course.

In that case...rags it is.

Stubborn Chit.

Don't you know the word Chit went out in like...the seventeenth century?

I am laughing. Wear red.

I don't own red.

Black?