Don't Talk! (Freddie Mercury / Queen)

11. It's a Mixed Up, Muddled Up, Shook Up World

Excessively long chapter, hope you enjoy! Probably should have split it up, and it's a bit messy but oh well haha.❤️

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H.G.
New York, USA
August

I had a bit too much to drink with Stevie Nicks and Christie McVie during dinner, far too much actually.

That's why I decided to make a pit stop to my office instead of returning to Angie. I tend to be a little more honest with a few drinks in me, and if she pissed me off, I was likely to say anything.

It was a mistake not going straight home.

I stumbled into my office, ignoring the commotion down the hallway. Sometimes the media critics stay late in Rolling Stone, work overtime so they can get a long weekend. I usually work weekends anyway, so I rarely join them. Once they finish up their articles, they use the office as a communal place to sneak in a few drinks or a line of cocaine before heading out. So I was in no rush to run into any of them.

Matt Wilde is usually too coked up himself after nine o'clock to really give a damn about what the rest of us do as long as someone locks up after.

I almost tripped as I fell back into my chair, but once I found my balance I let out a content sigh. All I need is a few moments alone, then I can go home to Angie.

"Hayes," Summer chirped, "I thought that was you." She was wearing a dress that would be considered scandalous in the UK.

"How perceptive of you darling." I let my eyes fall shut, but the room still swayed.

"I love your accent."

"You've said, many times."

My attitude didn't seem to deter her, instead she walked closer. I peeped an eye open, she seemed very determined tonight. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, a flirty smile graced her full lips. Ah the naughty influence of alcohol. She's a stunner, that can't be denied, which is why I get such a hard time around the office for rebuffing her at every turn.

What are you? Gay?

I swallowed, "I'm going to go again;"

Summer sauntered over to my desk, joining me on the side where I sat. Her bare knees brushed against my thigh. She placed both hands behind her to lean against the desk, which practically pushed her chest in my face. I glanced away immediately.

"Were you drinking Hayes?"

I gave a short nod, "Mhm,"

"Alone?"

"No."

"Well I can keep you company now if you'd like."

"I don't know if I need-"

I was silenced when Summer pressed her lips against mine. Even though I had expected a situation like this to transpire on many occasions, it still took me off guard. Maybe that's why I wasn't receptive. I pulled my face away quickly, I'm sure my eyes were like saucers as I blinked at her.

"What are you doing?"

Summer placed my hands on her hips, her own arms locked around my shoulders. Curse my irresistible looks, and curse my accent!

"I want you to take me Hayes." She purred.

"Take you where?" I practically squeaked.

"You're adorable." Was her only response as she crawled onto my lap. "But there's no need to be a gentleman anymore." Then her lips were on my neck.