lives into chaos we’d all come a long, long way. Nathan’s father thankfully hadn’t been seen or heard from since, Nicholas and Rebecca were deep in plans for their upcoming wedding, and the relationship between myself and Nathan was getting stronger every day. In fact, Nathan had developed in ways I’d never imagined possible; he was open, caring, protective, and making a genuine effort to be a ‘regular’ boyfriend for the first time in his life. He was doing a pretty good job of it too.
Two hours later we were sat in a very funky little bar and restaurant just off the main drag of Covent Garden piazza after a superb meal and some very colourful cocktails. Well, I’d been on the cocktails, Nathan had stuck to bottled beer. ‘Wow … this place is amazing. So we’ll definitely come here on the hen-do for drinks then, if not a meal,’ I said cheerfully, as I gave my full belly an appreciative pat. ‘Now I just need somewhere for later in the evening. Rebecca likes dancing, she said she’s not very good at it but she enjoys it every now and then. I don’t think she’s too fussy about the type of music as long as it has a good beat.’ I personally hated dancing – well, my uncoordinated feet did anyway, but I’d be more than happy to humiliate myself on the dance floor if the occasion was my best friend’s hen-do.
‘Any suggestions?’ I asked Nathan, hoping he’d be sensible enough not to suggest Club Twist. It might be his standard club of choice, but it wouldn’t exactly be the ideal venue for Rebecca’s hen do. Seeing how long it had taken to convince her that my relationship with Nathan wasn’t the sordid coupling that she had first imagined, she’d no doubt hate it in there. All the PVC, leather, and naked flesh would totally freak her out, and I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined her reaction if she ever did venture in there. I didn’t mind it so much, and now that it was common knowledge on the circuit that I was with Nathan he occasionally suggested a visit every now and then. No one would dare come near me when we did venture in, that was for sure, now word of Nathan’s possessiveness over his sub had spread – the guys there always gave me a very wide berth.
Considering my question for a few moments Nathan raised a hand and rubbed at his chin. His action immediately drew my gaze to his jaw. It was lightly stubbled today because he’d skipped his shave in favour of accompanying me. Hmm . I loved the way he sometimes used his stubble to tease me by rubbing it across my skin. As I sat there watching him ponder I had the most ridiculous urge to lean over and run my tongue up his jaw bone just to feel how prickly it would be, but thankfully I was distracted from public embarrassment as Nathan chose that exact second to click his fingers as an idea struck him. ‘Got it. I think I might actually know the perfect place. There’s a very sought after club behind Oxford Street called Project that I happen to have connections with. Have you heard of it?’
Had I heard of it? The question should really be who hadn’t heard of it. My eyebrows rose as I turned to him in surprise. Project was a very swanky, very popular destination amongst London’s rich and famous – it was constantly featuring in the entertainment pages of newspapers and magazines and infamous for its strict member’s only policy. ‘You can get us into Project?’ I asked in a slightly disbelieving tone.
Looking rather smug Nathan took my hand again and rubbed his thumb across the knuckles as I stifled a sudden yawn. Gosh, this afternoon had been very successful, but clearly from my exhaustion, organising a hen do was tiring work. ‘I can, yes. My company did the refurbishments, so I know the owner.’ Wow. Drinks at a fantastic cocktail bar followed by a night of dancing at Project? As far as planning an awesome hen-do went that surely had to be a winner on all fronts. Plus there was the idea of starting the day off
Two hours later we were sat in a very funky little bar and restaurant just off the main drag of Covent Garden piazza after a superb meal and some very colourful cocktails. Well, I’d been on the cocktails, Nathan had stuck to bottled beer. ‘Wow … this place is amazing. So we’ll definitely come here on the hen-do for drinks then, if not a meal,’ I said cheerfully, as I gave my full belly an appreciative pat. ‘Now I just need somewhere for later in the evening. Rebecca likes dancing, she said she’s not very good at it but she enjoys it every now and then. I don’t think she’s too fussy about the type of music as long as it has a good beat.’ I personally hated dancing – well, my uncoordinated feet did anyway, but I’d be more than happy to humiliate myself on the dance floor if the occasion was my best friend’s hen-do.
‘Any suggestions?’ I asked Nathan, hoping he’d be sensible enough not to suggest Club Twist. It might be his standard club of choice, but it wouldn’t exactly be the ideal venue for Rebecca’s hen do. Seeing how long it had taken to convince her that my relationship with Nathan wasn’t the sordid coupling that she had first imagined, she’d no doubt hate it in there. All the PVC, leather, and naked flesh would totally freak her out, and I couldn’t help but grin as I imagined her reaction if she ever did venture in there. I didn’t mind it so much, and now that it was common knowledge on the circuit that I was with Nathan he occasionally suggested a visit every now and then. No one would dare come near me when we did venture in, that was for sure, now word of Nathan’s possessiveness over his sub had spread – the guys there always gave me a very wide berth.
Considering my question for a few moments Nathan raised a hand and rubbed at his chin. His action immediately drew my gaze to his jaw. It was lightly stubbled today because he’d skipped his shave in favour of accompanying me. Hmm . I loved the way he sometimes used his stubble to tease me by rubbing it across my skin. As I sat there watching him ponder I had the most ridiculous urge to lean over and run my tongue up his jaw bone just to feel how prickly it would be, but thankfully I was distracted from public embarrassment as Nathan chose that exact second to click his fingers as an idea struck him. ‘Got it. I think I might actually know the perfect place. There’s a very sought after club behind Oxford Street called Project that I happen to have connections with. Have you heard of it?’
Had I heard of it? The question should really be who hadn’t heard of it. My eyebrows rose as I turned to him in surprise. Project was a very swanky, very popular destination amongst London’s rich and famous – it was constantly featuring in the entertainment pages of newspapers and magazines and infamous for its strict member’s only policy. ‘You can get us into Project?’ I asked in a slightly disbelieving tone.
Looking rather smug Nathan took my hand again and rubbed his thumb across the knuckles as I stifled a sudden yawn. Gosh, this afternoon had been very successful, but clearly from my exhaustion, organising a hen do was tiring work. ‘I can, yes. My company did the refurbishments, so I know the owner.’ Wow. Drinks at a fantastic cocktail bar followed by a night of dancing at Project? As far as planning an awesome hen-do went that surely had to be a winner on all fronts. Plus there was the idea of starting the day off
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