She could've sang for the underworld, like a mermaid siren calling me into the deep blue water or for the world above it all, for the thousands of unsatisfied people.

I don't know what compelled me to stop by the company that night, call it a gut feeling or call it my tendency to overthink. The last thing I expected was to hear that voice.

It's like a mermaid siren or a dose of morphine, her voice sends me into a state of paralysis. I sat in the dark studio room, with the lights off. Watching this undiscovered shimmering light in the booth. Eventhough it was pitch dark and only a small light shining from the booth. It felt like the entire room and my body had come to life, like I had been in a deep slumber.

Passing day by day, recording the same generic songs and her voice is a treasure and I've finally found something that makes my blood pump, without me having to do physical activity or go speeding in order to feel a rush.

That night I sat back in the chair, I listened to the first few lines and my hands to their own account started to man the controls on the mixers station, layering her voice, adding background vocals and recording it all at the same.

Even after she had finished I couldn't move from my seat, I wanted to bask in that moment for as long as I could, perpetually stuck between what i had just experienced and wanting to know who this hidden figure is.

I heard the door open and close, indicating that whomever she was, in that recording room had now exited it and could potentially be on there way here.

But, why would she come here it's not as if anything was recording, well not that she knew of, at least.

Turns out I had spoken or in this case thought to soon, because as soon as I had said that to myself. A young women push open the door, flicking on the light allocated on the left hand side of the door.

I recognised her, she started working here a few months ago. She however doesn't know who I am, the only reason for this is because I like to know who I employ to work in my company.

"What are you doing in here? This is a closed studio". Her words sound more like an accusation than a question and a statement.

I can't find my words, I can't tell if I'm still in-captured by what I had heard moments ago or in shock at everyone in this building had overlooked her, including myself. She had been here right under my nose this entire time and I was far to blinded by all the other people, the big names and contracts. To see her, but I do now and I don't think I can stop, seeing her.

Eventhough, I know I stumbled upon her and invaded her privacy, due to the fact that she didn't know I was here watching her as she poured her soul out to the creatures of the darkness, secrets in the night.

"You didn't tell anyone you could sing like that". I somehow manage to find my voice, she still looks like shes ready to kill me as she turns to face me instead of pacing back and forth, she had been doing that the entire time, ever since she walked in the room and saw me in here.

"You didn't make your presence known to me". She shoots back at me, I know deep down I should be following protocol and escort her out of the building. But, I cant find it in myself to do so. Instead all I want to do is sit and talk with her about her.

"Why didn't you apply for the music program?". I ask again, this time rising from the chair walking closer to her but still maintaining enough respectable space between us.

I've had feelings for her from the very first day she started here. The fact that I had bumped into her in the elevator and she had been in a grumpy mood, but still spoke her mind about the company and how it runs, without knowing I was the man in charge.

It was a refreshing change, compared to all the people who shower me with compassion and compliments, she was honest and raw not holding back on what she first thought of her experience here.

The knowledge of knowing she holds so much more than she's given credit for only makes my emotions manifest deeper. I could say that I was infatuated with her when I first received her file for the potential interview, while reviewing her as an applicant I had to leave so I told the assistance manager to takeover the interview process.

I have to follow the rules no dating any of the employees afterall I am the one that wrote them out.

"I didn't think I'd get in, plus I already had a job here by the time that program was introduced and a stable income. I couldn't afford to risk it". She replies, her eyes scanning mine.

She takes a small step closer to me, I feel my heartbeat increase. "Is anyone else here?". She asks quietly, its as if she thinks that the walls have ears.

"No, just us. Well I thought it was just me, until I heard singing. You know, after the break ins that where on the news I wanted to make sure that everything was secure here". I explain, she doesn't say a word neither do I.

The air in the room feels heavy, it's almost like a suffocating feeling. I blow out a breath of air and I look around the room. Her voice pulls me out of my head, "Can I listen to it?".

I walk back to the mixers table "How did you know I was recording you?". I ask genuinely curious to know how she knew someone was I'm here, considering how dark it was, I know for a fact its impossible for anyone to see into the studio.

For the privacy of the artist in the booth, I wanted them to have a safe space where they feel as though they're are alone, enabling the artist to lose themselves in their craft.

"I didn't know it was you. It felt like I wasn't alone, not as though I was in danger but just not alone". She says.

I hear the mild sadness in her voice just as I play, the fully edited song, rather than just her bare words, the pure raw emotion is mixted with music and layered voices give the song more of a fuller, rounded texture.

Once, the entire song has finished, we both sit there in the silence. Neither of us say a word to each other. I'm not sure what if either of us know what to say, she sort of bared a piece of her soul to me, a small broken piece and in a sense I feel as though I was able to mend it back together again, like playing a siren through the night, and someone coming to your aid to help you.

"Would you like to grab a drink?", her offer surprises me slightly, considering how defensive she was when we first meet, but then again maybe that was because I had arranged a day of interviews, none of which I could attend. I could understand her being annoyed that she didn't get to speak to the original interviewer and had to speak to another person.

As much as I want too, I know I have to do the right thing, "I can't, I've got an early day tomorrow". I respond as she walks closer to me. Her eyes searching my own for something, maybe it's the same thing I'm searching I'm hers a sense of want.

"One drink won't hurt would it? Afterall, I haven't heard your opinion on the song". She whispers once again, her voice like a siren calling me, pulling against my heart and whispering to my illogical thoughts.

I knew I was crossing a line, but in that moment I didn't care. I didn't care that I would mess up my own set of rules or that she didn't know who I was. In fact that last detail I feel as though it was working in my favour.

"One drink". I say to her, although I feel like I'm repremanding myself. She smiles at me and nods, we both walk out of the studio and I go around checking all the door and windows in the the security rooms.

She silently follows behind me, I get the feeling she wants to say something to me. But she doesn't and I don't ask her either. More questions could only lead to more trouble, well that what I feel at least.

"So where would you like to go?". She asks me, it has been a long time since anyone has asked me a question based on my choices, when dealing with people everything is already planned out for me.

When going to public functions I have a set of procedures to follow, there is always a rule or regulation in place so I know exactly how to act, what to do or what to say. At times I feel like a robot, a machine for other people to control, I guess that's what happens when your dad buys your business out from under you and you have no other choice but to work for him.

"How about the small takeaway shop on 5th street." I suggest to her. I can't help but get lost in her beauty, but I know there's more to her than just her looks, she's full of smart wit. I already knew that from her file and her resume but to have the pleasure of seeing it up close is something, its unparalle to anything else I've ever seen.

"Sure that is fine with me". She says as she begins walking, my voice stops her in her tracks. "Where are you going?".

She turns and gives me a look filled with mild confusion " To the bus stop, we can catch a bus to get there". She says in a matter of fact sort of way.

I can't help but feel a little sad on the inside, wondering if that is how she always has to travel, or maybe she prefers it that way. I however keep my thoughts and feelings to myself and instead tell her to follow me. She doesn't move from her stop however.

"I promise, I'm not going to kill you". I said in humor, while putting my hand on my chest, over my heart.

"That's what all the murderers say, before they kill their victims". She laughs at her own words, I laugh along too.

"So what do you do, I mean I know you work at the Talent Inc. but what is it you actually do?". She asks me as we walk to my car, her question brimming with curiosity.

"Oh, I deal with the legal side of the business. All the financial services, handling the corporate side of things". I know it's not the whole truth, I left out the small detail of owning the business originally and that I will be getting my business back, but I don't really want to tell her that, right now.

I like how we are, I'm scared if I tell her I manage and control the company she'll act differently. It's not a bad thing, I fear she'll just treat me how the rest of them do, like I'm some sort of person that's on a pedestal. I like us this way like I'm just a normal guy and she's a intelligent women going for a drink together.

I push down on the unlock button on my car keys as I walk over to the passagers side to open her door for her, not because I don't think she can but because I want too.

She slides in and before I can close the doors I hear "Thank you". I smile at her and close the door, before walking over to my side and getting into the drivers side.

"You can turn on the radio if you'd like to or there are CDs in the glove compartment". I say to her as I turn into the left lane. I love driving, I know some people hate driving but for me it gives me a sense of freedom.

About 5 minutes later we are outside the takeaway place. She glances back and forth from the bar/takeaway to me. I can't stop myself, as an amused expression makes it's way on my face. Admittedly, I know I sort of didn't tell the total truth, it wasn't really a takeaway-fastfood shop. It looks more like a high-end bar.

"Ready to go in?". I ask, as I exit the car. She doesn't say word but her actions tell me she is as she unclips her buckle and opens her own door, getting out at the same time as me.

We walk in together, I see a few of the regulars like Mitch, Don and Steve. We walk quietly to the bar. Don walks over to where we are standing.

"Hey man, how you been? Haven't seen you in here for a while?". His tone comes across friendly, which is the polar opposite to his facial expression.

"You know me, I live for work. Hows Summer?". I inquire about his daughter, the last time I was in here I was far to drunk to stand up straight and the next thing I know a young girl walks up to me and asks me if I'm okay, a few moments later.

A muscled man comes out in a rush and tells her to back away from me, then proceeds to threaten my life and from the night onwards we've gotten on swimmingly.

"Yeah she's okay, at her mum's place this week, the usual?". He asks after a brief explanation.

"Yeah-". Just ask I'm about to ask her what she'd like to drink, she answers the question I had the chance to ask.

"Whiskey on the rocks". She says to him, smiling.

We both sit there for a while in the peace. "So?". She says to me while watching Don who is mixing and doing bartender tricks while making our drinks.

I on the other hand am busy watching her, her eyes following each of his movements, up until both of our drinks appear in front of us.

"I don't normally insist on strangers coming with me to bars". She says while bringing her glass to her lips, my eyes follow her movements.

"I don't normally agree to going to bars with strangers". I reply, still watching her. She puts her glass down, a small smirk on her lips.

As she turns her full attention towards me, turning in her seat so that her body is now fully facing my direction, I mimick her actions and we both laugh. I don't know why we laugh, but her laugh is a sound I could listen to all night.

"You said you work in corporate, how long have you been at the company? How many people has 'the' Mr Knight fired?". She inquires, I look at her, she's completely oblivious to the fact that she is talking to 'the' Mr Knight.

"I think alot of people like to make assumptions about Mr Knight, hearing rumours flowing down the grapevine". I brush off her question, without meaning to sound rude.

"What about you?". I'm genuinely interested in her, more than anything thing else.

"What about me?". She fidgets, in her seat it's clear to see she doesn't like being the centre of attention.

"I mean look at plain me, I'm nothing special. Just your ordinary person". She speaks up a little louder as the bar is now a little more crowded than when we first walked in.

I can't stop myself from speaking, at that moment it was like the wire connecting my mouth to filter to my brain had malfunctioned " I think you're anything but ordinary".

Her expression tells me, she understands exactly what I am trying to say without having to say the words.

"I never caught your name?". She assess me, right as I do the same, we both notice the shift in the air surrounding us now.

From a calm friendly banter and an east going environment, the air feels hot, sticky pent up. Everything unsaid inbetween us seeping through the cracks it conveys through our body language.

"I never caught yours". I throw back at her, trying my hardest to keep what I really want to say to her right now at bay. She gives me those eyes, those eyes that promise primal, unbridled lust.

Unable too control my urges any longer, I grab her hand leading her out of the bar. "What about the bill?". Her voice, how it sounds right now, breathlessness mixed with a hint of sultry.

As soon as we're outside I pull her into me, so she can feel the affect she has on me. I know she can feel it, as I look into her eyes.

She smirks at me before speaking, her mouth close to my ear, so that shes purposefully closing the minimal gap between us, "you should really get that taken care of, I've heard if left un relsoved it can be quite a pain". She teases just before kissing the side of my cheek.

I'd like to blame my rational thinking for succumbing to what my primal nature wanted, but I know that would be a lie. She knows exactly what she's doing to me right now.

Unable to hold it back any longer, I trap her between my body and the cold wall behind her. Her eyes saying all things she won't.
My eyes flicker from her eyes to her lips before capturing them between mine, she tastes like chocolate and red wine.
I don't know if I would've stopped, if she didn't put her hand on my chest, the way she tastes is addictive.

"I don't think this is the best place to do this, do you?". Her voice comes out breathless, I don't respond instead I take her hand in mine and walk towards where my car is parked.

I've been holding back these entire time, there's nothing holding me back now. The thought fills me with a surge of new found adrenaline and need.

I unlock the doors, pecking her lips just before she gets in the car. I rush over to my side and get in to.

I pride myself on following the rules, maybe it's because my mum broke them all and I vowed to be nothing like her, leaving her four year old son alone in a shopping centre and never returning. But right now I know I'm breaking all the road regulations and speed limit, I just don't care the only thing on my mind in this moment. Is the extraordinary woman sitting beside me and how addictive her voice and presence is.

I pull up into my driveway, we both sit there. The moonlight mixing with the unspoken scenes running through my mind. She turns over to me, without saying a word she brings her face closer to mine, were so close that I can hear her breathing change.

"We should probably get inside, it looks like it's getting cloudy". I say unbuckling my seatbelt and walking around to the passengers side of the car to open the door so she could get out too. It's not that I don't think she can open her own door, I'm sure she can do anything she puts her mind too, but I want to wait on her, I like waiting on her.

She closes the car door and begins to walk up to the house. Just as I catch up to her I hear her say to herself "He owns a house".

I walk up behind her, " I do, it took a lot of hardwork, but I'm sure you know the value of hard work and then the reward of finally getting what you want". I say as I'm taking the key out of my pocket.

"Not everything I want". She mumbles under her breath, probably thinking out loud, but her words make me smile.

We both walk in at the sametime which causes us to clash both of us stuck between the doorway. "Okay I'm going to move backwards and to go through first". He says, just as he moves backward. I walk through the door and continue walking through the hallway into a big room with a black grand piano in one corner, a medium fire place.

Not the type, were you plug them in and electric heat comes from the vents an actual fire where you put log into the opening door and light it up with a match in order  for it to burn. In the corner a brown sofa on the right hand side of the fireplace and just behind that a dining area from another adjoining room.

I hadn't even realised that he had walked in until I hear his voice " What do you think?" The question pulls me out of my thoughts.

"It looks like it came straight from a home decor magazine". I respond truthfully.

"You don't hold back, do you?". He questions as he walks over to the fire.

"No, it's not really in my nature to hold back". As soon as the words leave my mouth I realise how they may come across, I don't dwell on which context he may have taken them in. As I walk over to the sofa.

"What, never?". His words would sound innocent to anyone if I wasn't standing looking at him with that expression on his face, implying otherwise.