Room 41.
I look at the door once again, making sure I was about to knock on the right one.
Tentatively, I knock on the solid wood, listening closely as I hear movement inside the room.
Before I have chance to exhale the breath I had been holding, the door opens, revealing the man who I had only met an hour or two ago.
"Flo! I'm so happy you're here."
"Hi, George." I greet shyly, stepping into his hotel room.
"Help yourself to some champagne." He offers, nodding towards the open bottle on the desk.
I shuffle over and pour myself a drink, as well as handing George one.
Delicately, I place myself onto the edge of his bed, smiling nervously when George sits right next to me, barely leaving any space between us.
"So..." I drift off, trying to find something to talk about.
"You liked the concert then?" He asks, realising my discomfort.
"Oh yeah! It was amazing! It was my first concert and oh my god, I'm still shaking!" I laugh, extending my hand out to him to prove it.
After casting a quick glance to my hand, George takes it in his own, holding it firmly. I take another large swig from my glass, hoping to quell the mixture of nerves and excitement in my stomach.
"We were your first then?" George chuckles, making a blush spread across my cheeks.
Nodding, I place my now empty glass on the floor, out of the way, not letting go of his hand.
"Flo...listen. I know what you're thinking. That this happens all the time. That I'm always bringing girls back to my hotel room and shagging them before kicking them out, but trust me when I say- I don't just want to shag you."
I listen intently to what he has to say, mind swirling. Everything was happening so quickly. One minute, I was amongst a screaming horde of girls, the next I was being whisked away by a security guard because George had caught sight of me and wanted to meet me. Now I was sat in his hotel room, drinking his champagne, holding his hand, talking about shagging.
"You're the prettiest girl amongst that lot, and probably the prettiest bird I've ever seen. And I want to treat you right, make you mine. I know we only met tonight, but do you think there's any way, in the future, you could see you and I together?"
Utterly lost for words and feeling the alcohol beginning to take a hold of my thoughts and actions, I close what little space there is between us by placing my lips on his. Though he seems to be caught a little off guard at first, after a short moment, George melts into the kiss, placing his free hand on my cheek in order to deepen the kiss.
After a minute, I feel our bodies falling down flat on the bed, lips still conjoined. I start to giggle with excitement as I feel George's fingers trail down my clothed chest to my buttons, which he soon starts to undo.
I gasp when the final button is released, and the material of my blouse is pushed off, cold air causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Still unreleasing of my mouth, George's hands move to my breasts, where they massage and squeeze to no avail. My bra soon joins my blouse on the floor.
"Shift up for me, love."
I do as he says, and his mouth swiftly attaches to my nipple with no warning. I squeal, hands shooting to his head, pushing him deeper into the crevice of my chest. I notice how soft, and silky his hair is.
I squirm with new-found delight as his mouth trails wet kisses down my stomach and abdomen, reaching the hem of hem of my skirt. George's fingers clasp around it's edge, about to slide it down my legs. My breath hitches as he slides it down, leaving me just in my panties, which were obviously soaked right through.
