4.

In the minute she was ready with the food she had to prepare and took off her apron, Martin easily walked into the kitchen and suddenly she had to smile. She just wanted to run her fingers in the messy hair again. Her eyes followed the light straining of the grey T-shirt he was wearing. Somehow she went crazy from the sight of his arm… and… But she shook her head, because she realized the she’d overfilled a glass with orange juice. She quickly tore off a few paper towels and wiped off the counter.

“Is it for me?” the blonde man rested one palm on the counter.

“Uhm, of course” she offered the glass to him and she got a smile from this.

“Thanks” he smiled and drank half of the content of his glass with one sip.

“You have a deep throat” Anita noted “Listen… I think it’s time to broaden my view and knowledge.”

“Well, well!” Martin’s eyes sparkled dirtily and leant closer “What’s on your mind? Something to do with ropes and whips?” he winked.

Anita grinned “No, not this time. I meant your music. I’d be curious to know how you manage to mesmerize your fans” she shrugged “I have a little free time now… maybe we could have some fun in your studio again, hmm?” she smiled at him kinkily.

“You’re a pervert minx, do you know?” he gave her a smile again and she thought she’ll melt into her shoes from it.

“Ohhh, yes, and you like it…” she stroked along the venous hand “So? Would you share the secret of Depeche Mode with me?”

“Yeah, I will. Very deeply” he flashed a dark smile and led her to the studio.

Anita giggled and followed him until they closed the door behind them “So, let’s go! Show me what you got!” she winked.

“Well, we would need Dave and the others to give you the full Depeche feeling – although maybe we could live without Andy’s musical skills. So sadly I can perform just my acoustic songs for you. I’ve managed to fight out some space for them on the tours and on the albums, so they let me sing them.”

“As a start they’ll be perfect” she sat down on the couch, pulling her legs under her and resting her right arm on the armrest.

Martin picked up his guitar and sat down onto a chair. “Well, this is the better version of ‘It doesn’t matter’. I like it better this way” he shrugged and started to play. She watched the man completely lost in the music…

As I lay here with you
The shame lies with us
We talk of love and trust
That doesn't matter

Though we may be the last in the world
We feel like pioneers
Telling hopes and fears...
To one another…

She really found the song and its expressing lyrics beautiful. Was he singing it really for her or was he just presenting the song, showing that he can do such things too?

And oh what a feeling
Inside of me
It might last for an hour
Wounds aren't healing
Inside of me
Though it feels good now
I know it's only for now…

If he sang it to her, she would be moved…

The feeling is intense
You grip me with your eyes
And then I realise
It doesn't matter…*
(* Depeche Mode – It doesn’t matter)

During the last verse Martin looked right into her eyes and she felt that he meant the lines he was singing. It was hard to swallow for her, but she somehow fought it off. She rarely cried, she was usually stronger than that. After Martin had finished the song, he stood up and walked to her to lean down and give a soft kiss onto her mouth.

“It was beautiful, Martin! Thank you…”

“You know, I’m just a sentimental old guy” he smiled.

“I love it that you’re like this” she sad. It just slipped out.

“Really?” he asked back.

“Well… yes” she blushed and turned her look away in her embarrassment.

“That’s good news” he straightened up and put his guitar down so he could embrace her waist.

She soon found herself on his lap. This time they rode out their pleasures slowly and gently and it occurred to her that this was closer to making love. After their sweating bodies cooled down they talked about Depeche Mode and what the band and writing songs means to the blonde man. Anita had decided that if she had some time, she’ll do some research to get into the picture better. Finally both of them went to do their own business – work awaited Anita and Martin had to deal with his guests, who seemed to have survived the previous night.

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Dave walked around the house too – he knew it by his heart. He had attended several parties here and during recording the actual albums they always spent a few hours or days here anyway. Finally he realized that he wasn’t looking for anyone, he was just heading for the balcony to drink in Santa Barbara in the sunset and the sea with his green eyes. It wasn’t a coincidence that Martin had bought this house. He thought his friend was crazy to give out this amount of money for this house, but later he’d understood it and told him that he’d have done it too.

“Uhm… excuse me, Mr. Gahan. Can I bring you something?” he suddenly heard from his left.

Dave turned and saw Martin’s chick there “Yes, I’d like an ice tea, if the little black-winged angel has some.”

Anita didn’t comment on it, but faintly smiled from the fondling he used. She was still a bit at a loss from the things that happened that morning, but she quickly concentrated on her job and after a few minutes she was back, handing over the cool drink to Dave. “Something else maybe?”

“You” Dave answered after a long sip.

Anita thought she’d heard something wrong. She pressed her lips together and her eyes popped out as she pressed the empty tray against her body “Excuse me, I think I’ve heard something wrong.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“What are you talking about?” she looked at him confused.

He smiled “Just about your company. Chatting and stuff.”

“Oh, that’s okay. What do you want to talk about?” she asked a bit more relaxed and leant against the banister, embracing the tray with both hands.

“I don’t know, about anything that comes into my mind apart from chocolate and sex.”

“Why can’t we talk about choc?” she smiled.

“And why can’t we talk about sex?” he asked back.

“You’ve said that we shouldn’t talk about these two things. I never mentioned it.”

“Well, dunno. Most people don’t think that choc is a topic you can talk about and discussing sex is out of question for even more.”

“That’s true…” she mused, watching the sunset “But I don’t think that they’ll achieve anything with this attitude.”

“Meaning?”

“I mean I don’t understand why it is better not talking about sex. But I could pick the choc-topic as well, because you can talk about that too. The brand, how, how much and when someone likes it” she licked the edge of her lips with a little smile, still watching the beach where a few guests took a walk.

“Exactly. And what do you think?”

“In which topic?” she winked at him, turning her pretty face towards him.

“Let’s take both in turn. You can pick the more sympathetic first” he smiled.

Anita couldn’t stop herself and laughed then she quickly put her fingers onto her lips “Sorry…” she gained back her distant attitude “Well, I like eating milk chocolate lying on the bed or sitting, with a bar and in any time of the day” she smiled.

“And sex?”

She felt herself blushing a bit as she turned back towards the beach for a moment then after a moment of hesitation she looked into Dave’s green eyes “The more pose, the better. The intensity of it depends on my mood. I like it often or when I’m in the mood for it. But of course usually I cannot do that without a partner” she shrugged.

“Really?” he raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

“What really?” she smiled again.

“Without a partner? How can you survive?”

“I do well lately, I have nothing to complain about” she shrugged again.

“Tell me more about this” Dave became curious.

“As if you didn’t know” she sighed theatrically then turned towards the sea “But you know, if someone isn’t that famous, successful, rich and doesn’t look so good like for example you all then that someone has to learn to live with the fact that she or he haven’t got a partner for every finger and that she has to be alone a lot.”

“Well… but now there’s someone who accepts you, isn’t there?”

“It seems. Yes, I want to believe that” she started scratching the stone balustrade with her nail.

“To believe?”

Anita sighed “Probably you never had that much refusal and disappointment like a girl like me can have. I fell onto my face enough times not to dare to believe in a relationship in such a short time, even if it’s based on good sex at the beginning.”

“So the sex is good… the good communication works” Dave laughed.

“You think that in case the sex is good for me then I won’t waste my time on conversations?” she looked at him and raised an eyebrow “I’m not that calculating.”

“I didn’t say that, but the two basic things in a relationship aren’t to just stand silently on each other’s side and having good sex. You have to have both.”

“Exactly” she smiled again, waving with her hand then she folded her arms in front of her chest again “Sex isn’t the only thing in life, although it’s undoubtedly important.”

“Very important.”

“True” she stopped, looking into the deep-green eyes and let herself get lost in them for a long moment, toying with the question how it can be having sex with Dave Gahan. The picture of him naked flashed in front of her eyes and she had to lick her dry lips.

“A penny for your thoughts” he said.

“You want me to be honest?” she asked after hesitating for a minute.

“Yes.”

“I was thinking about how it can be being with you in bed” she said before she could stop herself, but somewhere she didn’t regret being straight to him. It was meaningless to hide the truth if they were already in the topic.

“Would you try it?” Dave’s green eyes narrowed.

“I think it wouldn’t be fair to your friend if I answered this question.”

“Oh… if you knew what is really not fair…”

“Would you give me an example?”

“Having sex with you.”

“Yes, that wouldn’t be. And I wouldn’t understand why you wanted me in the first place.”

“Then answer me this: why does Martin want you?”

“Maybe you should ask him about this” she smiled again.

“But you should know it” he answered.

“True. But I don’t know about a lot of things about you and about the things going on with you two.”

“With us two?”

“Yes, with you two. I have no idea how it can be living in the world of stars, I’m just a waitress, trying to earn money for food and stuff.”

“If things go fine, Martin will lead you into this world. Or me.”

“Why would you do that?”

Dave didn’t answer just smiled.

“Mr. Gahan, I’d like you to answer my question” she frowned.

“But I don’t want to answer it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t have to.”

“That’s true” she turned away “Maybe it’d be better for me to go and take care of the other guests as well.”

“If you like. The door of my room is always open, if you want to talk.”

“Great, I’ll try to remember that” she looked back over her shoulder with a little smile then she went back into the house.

Dave was lost in thoughts as he watched the sun getting closer to the horizon. He knew that Anita wanted him. He could feel it. He could always feel it on women. He knew when and how they were looking at him. He smiled.

The second day went along well, there was no problem – if we don’t count those few guests who drank more that they should have, but they’ve solved that too. Anita grew very tired from running around all day, so at night he just fell into her bed and didn’t even hear Martin coming in and crawling next to her.

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The last day has arrived with a grill party on the beach, which meant running between the house and the shore. Meanwhile the stuffy weather has arrived too so most of the guests were wearing swimsuits and the waiters and waitresses were wearing shorts and skirts while serving whatever it was needed. The atmosphere of the party – despite that it was the third day – was nice.

Once when Anita went back into the house for some soda, she bit her own lip and couldn’t stop herself not to think of the conversation she had with Dave. Were the hunches about his intentions really true? If they were, he just wants to lay her down, because she’s Mart’s girlfriend. Maybe there’s some friendly rivalry going on in the background? She couldn’t know it for sure, but she couldn’t deny that she was attracted to the dark-haired man as well. A few minutes ago she could see him down on the beach half naked and she had to confess to herself that those tattoos still looked damned good on him. She couldn’t stop herself, she had to go back to his room again – calming herself with the thought that she was just looking for used glasses and plates again. As she stepped into the room, that nice smell reached her nose she had felt time after time during the conversation when the wind blew from behind him. She bit her lip and looked around. Luckily she had an alibi: there were a few glasses around. But instead of heading for them she stepped to the bed and carefully took the black T-shirt between her fingers. She inhaled the nice smell deeply then – still holding the piece of cloth – she walked to the nightstand and ran her fingers on his elegant watch, a black-stoned ring and a silver cigarette-case.

She went on with her little tour and smiled when she found a lot of chocolate on one of the tables. They were all dark chocolate with high chocolate content. Their conversation came into her mind from this and she realized that he must be surely a choc-addict. She stepped to the wardrobe with the T-shirt in her hand and as she opened it, she faced one of the perfect black and bloody expensive suits, which had fitted his body like a glove on the first night they’ve met. She gently stroked the nice soft fabric too.

“I found you in my room for the second time. Will you cover yourself with collecting the glasses again?” a smiling voice asked.

Anita jumped a bit from it, but then she calmed herself and glimpsed behind her with a little smile, not turning back “No, this time I cover myself with putting away the T-shirt you’ve left there. And of course the first excuse is still in tact, if you look at your table” she waved towards the empty plates.

“And did you want to put away my T-shirt for private uses?” he asked and she could hear from the volume of his voice that Dave got closer behind her.

“No, for order’s sake” she said and put the T-shirt onto an empty hanger before closing the door of the wardrobe “I’m sorry that I barged in into your room” she stroked the handles of the doors.

“No problem” he stepped behind Anita and softly put his hand onto her waist “You can stay.”

“Because your door is always open for some… chatting?” she still watched her hands on the handles.

“Always” he whispered into Anita’s neck.

“I thought so…” she smiled and sighed quietly.

“Tell me” he said while his warm hand started to slowly move downwards.

“To have a conversation, the participants need some space between them, am I wrong?” she asked quietly.

“Did you know that in our fast world people doesn’t touch enough and this is why we have so many depressed and withdrawn people?” he asked while he slowly reached Anita’s butt.

“I could fit in into this category… You wanted to point this out?” she asked, slightly letting her head fall back from the slowly but steadily moving hands’ touches.

“I just try to take care of your social skills” his fingers reached the hem of her skirt.

“How unselfish… Or is it possible that you expect something in exchange?” she watched him without moving.

“Just the thing you offer” he answered then his fingers slowly disappeared under the hem of her skirt.

“And what do you want me to offer? Tell me!” she bit her lower lip as she leant back and felt her shoulder-blades touching his naked and warm tattooed upper body.

“You” he breathed then he gently bit her neck.

“It sounds… quite simple” she sighed from the nice feeling while she felt the hand on her inner thigh crawling upper and upper.

“I think so too” Dave said and went on.

For a minute she couldn’t even say a word as she felt the soft sucking on her neck – which was one of the most sensitive spots on her body. Dave was lost in the moves he made and felt that Anita was enjoying what he was doing to her too. His long fingers have reached their destination and quickly tried to find their way under her panties.

But before he could slide them under the fabric, he felt Anita’s hand on his “…but… it isn’t as simple as you might think…” she pulled out his hand from under her skirt and turned to Dave. She had to blink a few times before the desire got less obvious in her eyes.

“Really?” he asked with that well-known smile.

“Really” she nuzzled to him and she had to smile from the bulge she felt by her lower-tummy. “Do you know in what case it’d be simple?” she stroked along the naked chest.

“In what case?”

“If I wasn’t with your friend” she ran her index-finger on his full lower-lip and stepped back a bit “Give me a call when I’m not with him anymore” she added.

Dave laughed quietly “Is this a threat?” he caressed her chin with his finger “No, Anita, you just made our little game more exciting with this. I know that you want me. I can feel it. I’m your personal predator and I’ll hunt you down” he let her go.

“Alright, we’ll see if the hunter will be clever enough to get its prey” she smiled and turned around. As she walked away, she took her tray and despite her body protesting badly, she’d left the room, waving back to Dave once more.

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