My Temptation

By Leah Matheny

This is the third book in the My Series.

Tamara was asked a favor, she has to pick-up Kosumi in Bishop; he was going to have to stay the weekend with her. Kosumi, new to modern society, makes her uncomfortable and she can’t decide if it’s because she feels like a babysitter, a teacher, or she doesn’t know how much longer she’ll last before she jumps on his hot body. Tamara just has to wait the weekend out then she’ll be able to hand Kosumi off to Karen and Liwanu; she won’t be troubled by him any longer...or will she be dragged, kicking and screaming, into his life?

Kosumi decides to leave his village, knowing he won’t find a woman there. But before finding someone to spend the rest of his life with, he wants to see how Liwanu is doing, explore this new world, and taste what life has to offer...then he meets Tamara and she piques his interest more and more. He decides he wants her, but she fights him every step of the way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leah Matheny
• Release date: Jan 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781478286233

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MY SERIES BOOKS

My Captor, My Love

Can there really be a secret Indian tribe living in a secluded valley a week's ride from Mammoth Lakes? Yes, and men have left their village for supplies...

Danielle wanted to go back home, but Honon chased her down each time she ran...at first. In the beginning she didn't understand why she'd been taken. Later, her heart had been broken too much to stay. She has to stop her escalating feelings for Honon, even though he gave her more highly charged passion than she ever dreamed of. No matter what move she makes, it will cause her even more heartache. No matter how far she runs, Dani can't escape her desire for Honon.

The chief's son knew what he wanted as soon as he saw Dani and her long fiery hair...then he caught a glimpse of her creamy white skin. When opportunity and lust strikes, Honon takes her - even though she's meant for someone else. He sees her fear...and her yearning glimpses.

He wants to give her his body, but not his heart. Can he trust her or is she playing him for a fool? Can he let go of the past or will pride cause him to lose more than Dani?

My Perfect Man

Karen is conflicted…and in love. Can she give up everything she’s worked so hard for to follow Liwanu and live in his world, a world she could never leave? What if she can’t convince him to stay with her? She already made two bad choices in her life, what if she makes another? This decision is important; there won’t be any more do-overs.

Karen is in danger and Liwanu can’t protect her. Should he trust his chief, and the man within himself, and just take her? Or should he listen to his instincts and let her make the decision? Karen wants him to stay in her world, can he? At least then he’ll know he could have a future with her…if he can keep her safe.

And now for the third book in the series…

MY TEMPTATION

Leah Matheny

Copyright 2012 by Leah Matheny

Smashwords Edition

ISBN: 13:978-1478286233

10: 1478286237

Chapter 1

Ohmygod! That had to be Kosumi; he looked just like Honon--well a younger version of Honon. He’s going to be spending the weekend with me? Ohmygod! I so don’t need this right now. I’d been on a dry spell for over five months and I was going crazy. I was also exhausted after dealing with a difficult client for the past two weeks, that’s why I wanted to go to my place in Mammoth Lakes--to relax, not to babysit someone for the weekend because he needed a ride to Brea. Unfortunately, I already told Karen I would help her out; she asked if I would pick-up Kosumi because she and Liwanu were going to be busy visiting a local tribe.

I pulled up near the gorgeous six-foot plus hunk of man who filled his jeans out perfectly, everywhere. His shiny, thick black hair was tied back in a ponytail and just about reached his shoulder blades. He was wearing a black t-shirt that fit snuggly over a well developed chest, bulging arms, six-pack abs, and narrow waist. Hmm, he doesn’t really look like he needs babysitting, not that I’d mind tucking him in bed. I gave a quick chuckle. He was talking to three young girls who were trying to outshine each other with their preening. I stopped my car, my Mercedes E350 red Cabriolet, my baby, right next to him. The top and windows were down, and I had my arm resting on the door.

Hey, you looking for a ride?

He turned to look at me and the girls didn’t appear too happy when he took a couple steps toward me.

Are you Kosumi? Ooo, baby. He looks just like Honon.

He nodded. Tamara?

Yes, that’s me. I popped my trunk. Why don’t you throw your stuff in the trunk and get in. The girls really didn’t look happy then. He set his bundle in my trunk and stood back. Is he waiting for it to close by itself? Push the lid down. I turned around in my seat to watch him walk around my car.

Oh my… He wouldn’t be able to see what I was looking at because I had my Dodger baseball cap and sunglasses on; protecting my fair skin from the sun was a top priority. My long hair was wrapped in a bun, sticking out of the back of the cap to keep the wind from committing mayhem.

He stood there looking at the door, so I leaned over to open it. He sat down, shut the door, and stuck his hand out to shake. It’s nice to meet you, Dani told me about you. And thank you for picking me up.

His rough hand engulfed mine and his voice was like a nice smooth brandy. He sounded good on the phone when I spoke with him to say I would be picking him up, but nothing as yummy as up close. I could tell he was trying to see through my sunglasses, which wasn’t going to happen.

Put your seatbelt on and we can go. Again he looked confused so I grabbed hold of mine and pulled it out so he could see. After he grabbed his and pulled it across himself, I took a hold of the clasp and pushed it in the slot. There, we’re ready to go.

As I was pulling away I heard one of the girls yell, Bitch. And she gave me the bird. I just lifted my arm and waved.

So, tell me about Dani. She’s been gone about ten weeks now. How’s baby Jack, and Honon?

They were good when I left them, that was six days ago. She’s happy to be with the friends she made before, and my parents were happy Dani returned to our village with their grandson. Quieter he added, My father died three weeks ago, so Honon is chief now.

I glanced at him quickly. I’m so sorry for your loss. I remember when Dani and Honon left in such a hurry, when Liwanu returned with the news that your father was ill. I hope he didn’t suffer long.

Kosumi shook his head. No, he wasn’t in too much pain. Mostly tired.

That’s good. I remember Dani had to leave quickly so Honon could return to him. I’m glad he got time to spend with his father. I just wish there’d enough been time for me to say goodbye to her…well I did get to talk to her on the phone, but that’s not the same as hugging her goodbye for the last time. Did she tell you we’ve been friends since high school?

Yes, she did. She’s hoping Liwanu can convince Karen to return to the village to live with him. She misses you both. His voice was sounding strained so I looked over. One of his hands was white knuckling the door and the other his knee.

I figured he wasn’t used to the speed. Don’t worry, we’re safe. Sit back and relax. I patted his hand, then turned my Andrea Bocelli CD on and Per Amore blared out of my speakers. Kosumi jumped in his seat and looked at me quickly with his eyes opened wide in shock. Just some music to help you relax, I smiled. Wow, guess he does need a babysitter for the weekend…or more like a teacher. But from what I remembered Dani saying about him, he didn’t need to be taught everything.

We reached my condo forty minutes later. We’re here. I got out and popped the trunk to grab my briefcase and laptop. Kosumi took his bundle. When we walked inside, I moved my sunglasses to sit on my cap and I pointed to the room on the right. Here’s where you can sleep. I walked in. And here’s your bathroom. Would you like to shower and clean up? Then we can go out to dinner, okay?

That would be good. He looked all around the bathroom.

Hmm. I wondered… Do you know how to work a shower?

He shook his head. I’m not sure.

Here, let me show you. I squeezed past him to slide open the shower door. Just turn the water on here, turn this handle to the right for colder water and to the left for hotter water. You just have to wait a little bit for the water to turn hot. Then you lift… He bumped into my butt as he bent over me to see. Um…just lift this knob and it makes the water come out of the showerhead. Then push it back down when you’re finished and turn the water off. I stood up and he took a small step back. Got it?

Yes, thank you. Where do you sleep? He said in his silken voice while he towered over me, even though my three inch heels brought me up to five-foot eight--well, actually five-foot seven and three quarters. I was still wearing my business suit because I didn’t change after work.

His eyes were a gorgeous green, intense and topped with thick, seductively arched eyebrows. His lips were…lickable; his bottom lip was slightly larger than his top, and the top was a perfectly shaped masculine cupid’s bow. I wanted to nibble along his strong jaw. I stopped my eyes from going down any farther. Unfortunately I couldn’t stop myself from taking a deep breath, inhaling his intoxicating, masculine scent into my body.

Down the hall, I said. What’s he doing? He obviously didn’t have an issue with personal space and he was definitely in mine. I like my personal space. I’m not one of those huggy, touchy people. Seeking some oxygen became paramount and I needed to get out of the tiny bathroom because there sure wasn’t any where I was standing.

The kitchen and living room are upstairs. I’m going to go get cleaned up myself and I’ll meet you up there when I’m through. I walked into my bedroom and shut the door, and after taking a couple steps toward my bathroom, I stopped and turned around to lock it. Not that I thought he would come in or anything, but…I really didn’t know him.

It felt good to take the bun out of my hair; I bent over and massaged my scalp. I kept my curly hair in a tight bun for work; I wanted to look professional, plus I was used to a bun from the days I was a ballerina. When I was young I always hated my wild curly hair; between the curls and the white blonde color, I stood out. As a kid my mom always made me wear it in a single braid, which I also hated, otherwise it would become a tangled mess. My mom wouldn’t let me cut it like I’d wanted; I was teased a lot about my wild hair…and my too big lips. When I was older I came to appreciate both my curly locks and my larger than average lips; and men seemed to love them. Unfortunately, most of them thought they were getting some airhead because they would usually walk away once I started talking and they found out I was a lawyer, and sometimes smarter than them. That was fine by me; I wanted my man to be at least as smart as me. There is no way I’ll dumb myself down for any man.

A few years ago I started dating lawyers. My parents met when they were in law school together and I thought another lawyer would understand and appreciate what I had to offer, but I couldn’t stand them. They either turned out to be the epitome of a slimy lawyer, or they were pompous prima donnas and wanted me to worship them, or they got pissed because I beat them in a case--not that I had a lot of trial cases. I was tired of lawyers, and even though I hadn’t had much luck in the love department, I was still holding out hope for that perfect man.

The young girl in me was still waiting for her white knight, but the realities of adulthood brought that fantasy crashing down. The woman in me wanted that knight to be on a black stallion, a man who could take me to heights I had only dreamed of; I had never even met one on a brown pony. The practical side of me wanted a self assured, intelligent, and successful man; but those traits usually included arrogance--at least in the men I had gone out with. If Dani and Karen could find their perfect loves, I could find mine--even though theirs were under unlikely circumstances, and Karen wasn’t willing to marry Liwanu. My man was going to be of my world, want to live in my world. Then the little girl in me would whisper that the man needed to be acceptable to my parents.

I took a shower, blew my hair to half dry because it would take twenty minutes to dry completely, and I got dressed. I was going to put comfy flats on until I remembered Kosumi and thought I should stick with heels; I was short enough. So I changed my jeans, put on a blue silk blouse, and added some jewelry. I checked myself out in the mirror--not bad. Good thing I had great hair because my boobs sure didn’t stand out.

I walked upstairs and called out to Kosumi, Are you ready? He was standing out on the patio. Admiring the Sherwins? I asked, walking closer. He turned around looking like he was about to say something, but he didn’t. I asked if you’re admiring the Sherwins, the mountains? I nodded toward the window behind him.

He shook his head. No, at least not anymore, he smiled, walking toward me. You look very different. He picked up a strand of my hair. I’ve never seen hair like this before, the color…it’s beautiful. You look like an angel, he whispered in a rather awed way.

Ha! An angel? Not quite, but thanks just the same. I thought you were going to get cleaned up? He was wearing the same clothes.

Still holding my hair, he raised his eyes to mine and I felt his piercing gaze down to my toes. That oxygen seemed hard to locate again. I did. I took a shower, but these are the only clothes I have. Your eyes are so blue.

I cleared my throat and took a step back. It’s the blouse…reflecting in my eyes and making them look bluer. Geez, okay, no tension here. Come on, let’s go eat. I walked down the stairs and he followed me to the car. I already made reservations a couple days ago to eat at my favorite restaurant, Petra’s.

All right. He looked all around. I like your car, I like that it’s open. Not many are open like this.

No. This is a convertible. I just have the top down, but I’ll put it back up once we get on the freeway going home. I don’t like the idea of all those exhaust fumes surrounding me. I looked over at him, at his clothes. You wore those this past week? Eew.

No, I just changed in to them before I reached the town. I wore my other clothes, my breech cloth on the way here.

Breech cloth! I quickly glanced over at him, picturing him in a tiny strap of animal hide. Sweet.

Would you like to see it? He leaned toward me invitingly.

What! I kept my eyes on the road. No…thanks. Yes.

We were seated and the waitress showed up asking what we wanted to drink. I gave a quick look to Kosumi. Why don’t you just order for me, I’m sure I’ll like what you pick, he smiled. I thought I saw the hint of a dimple.

Okay. We’ll have a bottle of Ferrari Carano chardonnay please. I looked back at Kosumi. Do you have alcohol in your village?

We make beer.

Oh, would you rather have beer?

No, I’m in the mood for something different, his voice lowered as he looked me over with a slight grin on one side of his mouth.

I cleared my throat before speaking again; Kosumi kept staring intently at me with his deep green eyes. Okay…I usually get their goat cheese salad and scallops. They’re to die for.

Are you saying that you really like it?

I laughed, Yes I am, I guess you wouldn’t know modern colloquialisms…modern slang. You learned English from your mother, right?

Yes, we only spoke English to each other. I always spoke English to Honon also, but he preferred speaking in Miwokan.

Why?

I don’t know, maybe I always knew I would need it one day. So, he leaned closer, what are some of your other slangs?

Hot. To say something is ‘hot,’ you’re saying that it’s really fine, nice, good.

What would you say is ‘hot’?

You…ahh, can’t say that. Think, think. I was saved by the waitress bringing our wine. I tasted it, nodded, and she filled both our glasses; then I ordered our meals. Figuring Kosumi would have a large appetite like Honon and Liwanu, and the scallops would just be another appetizer for him, I ordered him a steak dinner also.

I held up my wine glass, Cheers, welcome to the big world.

He just gave me a questioning look with his brows pushed together, his eyes slightly squinted, and his head cocked to the side.

Pick up your glass and lightly tap it against mine. This is a toast, congratulations to a person or event. We’re cheering that you’re here.

Thank you, he said as he clicked glasses with me. He followed me in taking a drink, and after he swallowed he licked his lips.

Yum.

Very good, I like it. Then he looked down at the table, took hold of my hand, and lifted it by my fingers. I was just able to stop the gasp at the tingle that zinged up my arm. Your fingers are so tiny, so delicate. He moved his fingers up to my palm and I felt goose bumps break out on my arms. And so soft…amazing.

I pulled my hand back to my lap. Thanks. So… I swallowed deeply, Karen and I were wondering why you came?

I wanted to see how Liwanu was doing. I wanted to see the outside world.

I wondered if he still had feelings for Dani and wanted to get away from her, but I wasn’t about to ask him. Well, I can tell you that Liwanu is doing well now. Evidently on the ride here he was thrown from his horse and broke his leg in a couple places. He had surgery to repair the damage and he’s healing nicely.

That’s good to hear. And Karen, has he been able to convince her to return to our village with him?

Uh, no. Actually Karen is living with me right now. I saw his eyes squint in a hard way and his jaw tightened when he clenched his teeth; he obviously didn’t like what he was hearing. Liwanu is living at Karen’s place, and between the two of us we take him groceries…his food, I altered, seeing that he didn’t understand. Karen also takes him to his doctor appointments.

Kosumi sat back and crossed his arms. Liwanu is a good man, he rushed back to her as soon as he could and now Karen doesn’t want him? His fists under his biceps made them bulge out even more.

Oh, she wants him all right, I said with a laugh, forcing my eyes to stay on his. She just doesn’t want to give up her life here, and he’s not willing to live here either. I shrugged my shoulders. You’ll have to talk to them about it. Ah, here are our salads.

Kosumi wolfed his down before I was a quarter of the way through with mine. Hungry? And then it hit me. Oh, you probably didn’t eat well on your way here. Do you want another salad?

He nodded, Yes, that was good and I am hungry.

I was thinking I’ll take you shopping tomorrow so you can get more clothes if you want. There’s a Ralph Lauren store at the outlet mall, I said as I nodded toward him, toward his clothing, and my eyes stuck there…at his chest and those well defined pecs. My eyes moved to the wide expanse of his shoulders, then down to his well muscled arms; I couldn’t go any lower because of the table. Then I became aware of what I was doing and quickly looked up to see him smiling. He had two gorgeous dimples and beautifully straight teeth that didn’t have the uniform look of someone who had worn braces.

Yeah, you don’t know or probably care what a Ralph Lauren store is, I whispered slowly. I cleared my throat and got back to eating. Luckily the waitress walked by so I could order another salad for Kosumi.

Tell me about yourself, he asked.

Me? Well, I already told you that Dani, Karen, and I have been friends since high school. We lost touch after school because they went into nursing and I went to law school. I’m a lawyer specializing in probate, which handles distributing people’s money after they’ve died. That’s how we girls got in touch again, Dani’s parents died and her sister was trying to take everything. I also do estate planning, what to do with your money so you have what you want when you retire…stop working, and other things in that field. It would have been too much to explain everything I did.

Did you always want to be a lawyer?

Actually no, I said in an almost surprised tone and then I laughed quickly. I wanted to be a ballerina, that’s a type of dancer. I did ballet as a child all the way until the first couple years of college. My parents and older brothers are all lawyers, so it was kind of expected of me, I said with a shrug.

Our scallops arrived, and after the first tentative bite he hummed as he quickly ate the other two. I watched him lick his lips as he hummed again, forcing me to take a deep breath before starting in on my food.

Those were very good, what are they?

Scallops are found in the ocean, it’s a muscle in a shell. I looked at his empty plate. Would you like another plate? He nodded and I flagged down the waitress. Here, have my two while you’re waiting.

No, I won’t take food from you. You should eat more.

Is he saying I’m too skinny? I was thin, always had been. He went after Dani; maybe he likes a woman with more meat on her bones, or on her chest.

Don’t worry, I’ll take two of yours when they come, I said as I put mine on his plate. He ate those slower. The second plate of scallops came with his steak dinner, which he apparently enjoyed immensely, along with his two desserts. We finished our wine and I ordered us each a decaf cappuccino.

It definitely was a joy to watch someone enjoy their food so much; but I was feeling unsettled. I was attracted to him, and he was oh so fine; but I liked my men educated, successful. I felt like I was on a date with a guy in his first year of college and he had never been to a nice restaurant before. The babysitting image came to my mind again, along with me in a cougar outfit; though I didn’t think I was older than him. If Honon was thirty-three, Kosumi was probably about thirty, one year older than me.

How old are you by the way?

Twenty-seven.

I just nodded and smiled. The cougar outfit flashed in front of me again. I couldn’t remember the last time I dated anyone younger than me. Dating! Where’d that come from? Uh…noooo. I’m just helping. He’s in love with Dani.

Well, it’s getting late and I’ve had a long day, are you ready to head back?

Yes. Is that to pay for dinner? He pointed at the credit card I was laying down and I nodded. No, he reached back to his pocket, pulling the shirt tighter across his chest, I have money to pay. When he took the check, I pointed at the amount to be paid and told him to include the tip.

Well, thank you very much for dinner, Kosumi.

He nodded, then stood up and held his arm out to me. I took it and we headed out to the car. I wondered if the men were as solicitous in his village, or if his mother just taught him some manners she thought were needed.

When we got inside my place, I headed down the hallway to my bedroom. Goodnight, I said. Kosumi took hold of my elbow, stopping me. Uh oh. I’m going to bed alone, pretty boy.

He cocked his head to the side. I was just going to thank you again for picking me up today, and for the bed to sleep in.

Oh…sorry, you’re welcome, I smiled and hoped I wasn’t blushing. He wanted Dani--tall, red hair, and boobs men ogled over. He wasn’t interested in me. Goodnight again.

After washing my face I put my silk nightgown on and climbed in bed; but I couldn’t go to sleep because I was wondering why Kosumi was here. I kept going back to Dani. He must still be in love with her. Dani told me how Kosumi tried to talk her in to staying with him, marry him; but she was in love with Honon. I figured it would be kind of hard to get someone out of your system when you’re living in a small village. Kosumi was gorgeous but off limits. A relationship with a man still hung up on his ex was a bad thing, even though Dani wasn’t technically his ex. Been there, done that, definitely wouldn’t be doing that again.

Even though I think I finally fell asleep after over an hour of tossing and turning, I woke up refreshed. Taking a deep breath of the crisp pine-ladened mountain air coming in through my opened window invigorated me.

Quickly jumping out of bed, I twisted my hair into a bun and put my leotard and slippers on. When I walked out of my bedroom I saw the guest bedroom door closed, so I figured Kosumi was still asleep. I quietly went upstairs and made coffee. While that was brewing, I put on some Franz Shubert and only turned my loft speakers on. Then I went upstairs to the loft I’d made into a dance room, and started with my stretches.

Everything about ballet fills me with joy. My mother enrolled me in a class when I was five years old, I had my first recital when I turned six, and I was hooked. I love the music, the stretching, repeating a move a hundred times until I get it right, dancing, the feeling of strength in my muscles, and feeling light as a feather as I leap into the air in a grande jete’.

Once I became a teenager, leaping into the strong arms of a teenage boy became another perk. My father had a hard time with that. My eyes closed in memory. Smiling, I saw my father’s scowl from the audience after Danny brought me back down from a lift.

I was holding an arabesque with one leg high in the air behind my head when I heard what sounded like a growl. I opened my eyes to see Kosumi standing at the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall. Even though he appeared casual and at ease, the tension rolled off him.

Chapter 2

Did he make that sound? Maybe it’s his stomach…he’s hungry. I slowly straightened, then bent my knees down in a plie’. Good morning. How’d you sleep?

Good, thank you. What are you doing? His eyes moved up and down my body at a leisurely, assessing pace.

Ballet, dancing.

I remember you told me last night that this is what you wanted to do. It’s…smooth…graceful, and…beautiful. His eyes continued to skim over my body. How did you sleep?

I slept well, thank you. I grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off my forehead and neck. Are you hungry?

I saw his chest rise in a deep breath. Oh… His gaze said that he was extremely hungry. My heart rate, which had barely slowed down from dancing, sped back up again. Ah…no…no way. Do I hear the word, Rebound? Kosumi stood away from the wall and took a step toward me.

No! I mean…breakfast, do you want breakfast? Eggs? Smoothie? That’s all I have until I go shopping. I took a step back. Sounding a tinge nervous there counselor. I cleared my throat. It was killing me to just stand there so I walked over to grab my water bottle.

One of his perfectly arched eyebrows rose. He knew I was nervous. No, what?

What?

What were you saying ‘no’ to?

He knew what I was thinking, and it didn’t include food. I could only shake my head in reply. He was standing close to the stairs--too close to comfortably walk by. That slight grin of his came back as he obviously enjoyed me not being able to come up with an answer.

I made coffee if you want some. I hoped he wasn’t trying to intimidate me. From what Dani told me about him, I didn’t think he was that type of guy. Okay… I took a step forward in determination.

Yes. I’ll help you with breakfast.

I stopped and looked back up at him. Okay. Then I continued on past him, down the stairs. Boy, talk about tension; I was surprised I could see through it all. Sure, he was the best looking male specimen I ever saw in person, but that was no reason for my brain to shut down. I definitely wasn’t coming off as an intelligent lawyer.

I pulled two cups down from the cupboard. Would you rather have tea?

Coffee is good, he said from a couple feet behind me. I felt goose bumps jump out of my skin. And, you don’t need to be nervous.

Argh…he’s the opposing counsel…need to bluff. What are you talking about? I’m not nervous.

That eyebrow of his rose again, then he nodded and I was able to keep my dignity, kind of. I handed him a cantaloupe. Here, you can cut this up. I started on scrambled eggs. We can go get you some new clothes and then go grocery shopping after breakfast.

While cooking, Kosumi asked me more about my job. At one point I knew he didn’t understand anymore so I just told him to forget it, but he stopped me. Please don’t do that. I want to know. I want to learn.

I’m sorry. I’ll explain completely to you from now on. I respected him for not letting himself be brushed off. He seemed intelligent and he wanted to learn. Plus, he was willing to take instruction/advice from a woman. That gave him a few Brownie Points to add to those I already gave him for being so breathtakingly gorgeous.

Kosumi wolfed down his food, we cleaned the kitchen, and I showed him how to work the TV before I headed downstairs to shower and change. While standing under the shower spray, images of Kosumi came to my mind--his kissable lips and long, muscular thighs. Just as quickly, images of me standing in front of a chalkboard, teaching, came to my mind. Not my bag of tea. I groaned. Ugh, this is going to be a long weekend.

I could hear country music when I left my bedroom. Kosumi was watching GAC, Great American County music.

This is very different music than what you were dancing to this morning.

You can say that again. There’s a myriad of different genres to choose from. Have you checked out MTV yet?

No. Where is it?

"I’ll show you when we come back. Let’s go get you