Give Me Love

5 (Happy Birthday George!)

The incompatible George Harrison was born around this time yesterday in 1943. There is so much I can say about him but I'm too lazy to write it. He is my biggest inspiration and one of the few men that keep me bisexual. Here is a photo of some of the photos I have of George on my phone for you all to enjoy. I hope you all like this chapter (I don't really)!!

*George's Pov*

 By the next day, I had proposed the idea to Jane about having Charlotte as a babysitter for Dhani when we go out. She was perfectly fine with the idea, so that Saturday evening we prepared to go out for dinner with a musician friend of mine, Tom Petty, and his family.

"When did you say Charlotte would get here? We should leave in twenty minutes, and we need to give her a tour and tell her what to do with Dhani." Jane grumbles, putting earrings on in the mirror. I stand behind her, checking my own appearance.

"She'll be here any minute, love." I comfort her with a kiss on the head and she smiles up at me. For a moment, I'm very much in love with my beautiful wife. But just then, the doorbell rings and I traverse the hallways to the foyer and open the door wide. Charlotte stands there, light brown hair curled down her shoulders and hazel eyes ringed with eyeliner. She wore a very appropriate above-the-knee brown skirt and a flowy button up blouse. Despite her innocent appearance, I saw a hint of lust playing on her grinning face. A car with an older man, probably her father, drove off behind her.

"Welcome, Charlotte." I said kindly, moving to allow her in. She strides in, purposely exposing her beautiful, smooth legs. "Jane is-" I barely get out my next sentence before Charlotte presses her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in my mouth. I didn't know how to react at first, surprised at her sudden action, but I eventually began to move with the kiss.

After a moment, she pulled away and smiled flirtatiously at me. "Hello, Mr. Harrison. What about your wife?' She asked innocently, looking down the hallway.

I feel my face grow red at this sudden action, and stumble over my words. "She's, uh, just finishing getting ready to go so I'll give you a quick tour and introduce you to Dhani."

She bites her lip sensually, and I feel a rush of blood down there. "Charlotte...." I warn softly and immediately lead her up the stairs to Dhani's room. When I open the door, my son sits in front of his video game system, playing away.
"Dhani!" I call out loudly to get his attention, and he pauses his game and gives us an annoyed look.

"Yeah, dad?"

I gesture to Charlotte, who steps inside his room. "This is your new babysitter, Charlotte."

"Hi Dhani!" Charlotte says brightly, a friendly smile spreading across her face. Dhani returns the smile, and I can tell it's genuine. I chuckle a little bit, Dhani likes pretty women almost just as much as I do.

At that moment, Jane walks up behind us and Charlotte spins around to greet her. I can tell she's a little anxious to meet the wife of the man she's having an affair with, and I hope she can handle herself well under the pressure.

*Charlotte's POV"

"Charlotte! What a pleasure to meet you, George thinks very highly of you, which is pretty rare. I'm Jane." She is so genuinely friendly to me that I feel a pang of guilt that is quickly extinguished with a glance at George, who looks at me with the most lust filled eyes I've seen. I try not to blush too intensely.

"Hello, Mrs. Harrison! The pleasure's all mine, it's such an honor to meet you and your family." I say, and Jane quickly runs down the list of rules and things to do with Dhani.

"I made some Aloo Gobi for lunch today, you and Dhani could have that for dinner. Make sure he works on his homework before you guys watch a movie, and try to keep him off his video games before he goes to bed. George and I will be back around eleven thirty or so, okay? If he goes to bed before that, just watch a movie or do some homework until we get back." She says as she grabs her purse and wraps her arm around George's. I feel a sudden rush of jealousy at this affectionate gesture, but plaster on a smile.