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gaze dropped to her lips, and her little pink tongue came out to swipe them. His cock hardened instantly at the sight, and he shifted a little on the chair.
    “Momo, when do you get out of here?”
    She looked up to the big clock on the wall. “Half an hour.”
    “Would you like to come by the repository and go over those changes you made to ‘Space’?”
    She leaned in and held his gaze. “I would love that.”

Chapter Six
     
    Ash opened the door and stepped inside, holding it open to allow Momo to come in. He had waited for her shift to end then they had taken a cab back to the repository. They could have walked, but the sun was falling and the breeze was picking up, so he’d splurged on a ride.
    He shut the door once she was through then proceeded to help her take off her coat and hang it up on one of the hooks on the foyer wall. The front door opened to a small hallway, and he and Keaton had made it a place to hang anything that had to do with the Pacific Northwest weather. Somehow, however, it had ended up as the resting place for a lot of junk. He kicked a garbage bag full of…stuff out of the way.
    The hallway opened up to a large room where drywall had been thrown up to separate areas. To the right was the kitchen that held a dining set with mismatched chairs. The living room had a collection of recliners and chairs all framed around a couch that might have been cream once upon a time. Now it was an ugly mud color. The coffee table was nicked and scratched and covered with piles of composition sheets. Rugs of all shapes, sizes, and material covered each surface of the concrete floor.
    He went around clicking all the various lamps on, shedding some light in the dark warehouse.
    Ash saw Momo’s attention directed at the bed pushed to the left side of the repository and half hidden behind three sheetrock walls. He and Keaton had never got around to putting on the last wall with the door. In the bedroom itself, several chest of drawers, freestanding racks to hang clothes on, an ironing board and iron, and nightstands were gathered together, and, he knew, stuffed full of clothes and personal items. The repository was cool as hell but didn’t have all that much in way of closet space, which probably was the reason why the hallway was full of shit.
    He saw Momo shiver a little. “Sorry, let me get the generator. The only downfall to living in a warehouse is that it sucks in the winter.”
    He disappeared through a side door where he and Keaton had stuck a variety of fixtures, including a hot water tank and huge generator. He flicked the switch, and the fucker roared to life, but once he closed the door, only a very faint hum could be heard.
    “Insulated,” he explained as he saw her raised eyebrows. “We used soundproofing for the door, otherwise the sound would drive you bat-shit crazy.”
    She smiled and gestured to the still-unmade bed. “If the band plays here, don’t they wonder why there’s only one bedroom?”
    Ash pointed up. “There’s a loft with a bedroom and bathroom.”
    “Ah,” she said. “This is pretty damn awesome.”
    “My dad owns the building, and I persuaded him to allow Keaton and me to live here. It’s not legit, at least I don’t think it is, but we don’t do anything stupid, and if someone comes by, we always say it’s a music studio. Come on,” he said with a wave, walking through the living room and around the wall.
    There were lights, microphones, a drum set, guitars on stands, amplifiers, and a keyboard stand. Momo walked past him to one of the microphones and grabbed it as she turned in a circle.
    “This is amazing!” she said with a delighted laugh.
    “We did a few of our YouTube videos here.”
    “Yeah, now I recognize this place!” She set the microphone stand down.
    He walked over to some controls and flipped them on one by one. The stage sprung to life with the glare of the lights and the whine of the amps. He walked over to his acoustic guitar and picked