Overjoyed

Chapter 23 - We'll lie side by side

When I blinked my eyes open at twelve, Dan was already up and about, tipping the young man who brought our room service up. I watched Dan, not saying a word, but he caught my eye as he pulled the cart closer to the bed. “Morning” he said, smiling shyly at me. I grinned at him and he said, “I thought I’d get you breakfast in bed, just as a little thank you for being here this weekend.” Oh this beautiful man. He handed me a plate of bacon and eggs and climbed in next to me. “And thank you for not running for the hills when you saw my dancing” he said with a smile and I laughed.

When I’d finished my breakfast Dan courteously cleared my plate and came to sit across from me, his legs on either side of mine. “After a few shows this week I have about three weeks off, I’m insanely excited” he said and I nearly jumped him. “Really? Will you be coming here?” I asked eagerly. “Well,” he began, “even though we’re not touring we still have to work. We want to record some new songs and that means staying in London, baby.” My heart sank, and I felt idiotic for thinking he’d actually want to spend his time off with me. “Hey,” he said, cupping my face, “don’t look so distraught, I want you to come along.” I gazed up at him and his expression was dead serious. “To London? I asked, taken aback. “Yes” he said, looking at me with uncertainty. “I work baby” I said with slight distaste. “But Lize, you can just email in your column. You don’t even like working there” Dan said, his tone containing a trace of panic. “Three weeks is a long time to take off, especially since I took the day off Friday” I said, sighing. Dan looked exhausted. “Why are you even working there? You hate it. You should be writing” he murmured. I hadn’t recalled telling him about my dreams of being a writer, for fear of him telling me I’d fail. He, like me, had studied English Literature at university, so he’d quickly pick up if my ‘work’ wasn’t quite up to standard. “I told you I want to write?” I asked sceptically. “You did,” Dan said, a trace of a smile touching the corners of his mouth as he recalled the memory, “you were pretty smashed though.” Suddenly it rushed back into my memory, sitting on my sofa that evening after the concert, the alcohol loosening my tongue. I looked down, feeling slightly mortified. Dan took my hands in his and whispered, “Don’t worry. I know you’d be brilliant at it. I’ve read some of your columns, they’re wicked.” I looked up at his sincere face and was overcome with emotion. “Dan…” I said, taking his face in my hands and climbing into his lap. “Are you all showered?” I asked, tugging gently at his bottom lip. “No…” he said quietly, “Let’s take one.”

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Dan had me pinned against the tiled wall of the shower as the steam from the warm jets of water rose around us. His erection was pressed into me as he ravished my neck with his teeth. His sultry touch combined with the heat of the water was an intoxicating mix. Abruptly he stopped his tantalising assault of my neck and gazed down at me, looking so dirty that the lust in his eyes was almost my undoing.

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