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Drink away, my dear.” She smiles as she downs her glass. “Grab me another whilst you’re there, Jess, please.”
    I walk over to him, hating every minute of it. He really does make my skin crawl.
    “Hello Jessica, can I get you a glass?” He eyes me up and down as he says it.
    For once I feel really uncomfortable in my short denim skirt.
    “Yes please. Can I grab Mia one too?” I flutter my eye lashes.
    “Two for the price of one, now that’s my type of deal, Jessica. If I give you one for her what do I get in return?”
    God, he really is a pervert!

“Her eternal gratitude!” I smile.
    “It’s not hers I’m interested in.” He hands me the glass and as I take it he runs his boney fingers over my hand.
    “When you’re finished playing with the boy, you know where to come for a man!” he laughs, looking me up and down one last time.
    Oh my God, he’s disgusting. I rush over to where Mia is stood but she’s talking to someone. God, the one time I need to speak to her to tell her he’s made a move… I decide the best way to deal with it is to down my glass of champagne. 
    Mia’s still talking so I then proceed to drink hers too.
    Elliott appears at my side with yet another glass for me.
    “Hey beautiful, how’s your evening going?” he whispers in my ear.
    “Good,” I smile. If only your pervert agent would leave me alone! rages in my head.
    He pulls me back into a corner where I can hear him better.
    “Sorry I’ve not stayed with you tonight; it’s just, you know, I’ve got to keep everyone happy.”
      I start my third glass of champagne - I feel my head starting to spin.
    “It’s OK, Elliott. I get it, I really do,” I reassure him. It makes a nice change not to be ignored all night like I am at Henry’s work dos.
    He smiles and leans in. I feel his hand on my lower back and then feel it tracing down to my bottom, where he caresses it.
    It makes me jump but I like it.  I turn to look at him and he has that lustful look in his eyes again like he did the night I stayed at his. I don’t care where we are or who’s watching, I pull his t-shirt and kiss him.  He responds. The passion is intense. I place one of my hands in his hair and gently pull it. He groans and opens his eyes.
    “Jess, don’t. You don’t know what you’re doing!” he threatens in that provocative way.
    I smile, kissing him again but with my eyes open and pull it again!
    It drives him crazy. He pushes me hard into the wall and his hands trace my body up to my back and then back down to my bottom again. This time I feel him go underneath my skirt and run his fingers along my panty line.
    I want this and I want it now, but in a public place, that’s so not me. I try to wrestle with my conscious but it’s Elliott Tate, for God’s sake!
    I feel him lift my panties slightly at the side and caress the curve.
    Then it hits me. I know exactly what he’s doing, he’s pushing it to see how far I will go!  He obviously likes the challenge. Well, two can play that game! I pull his hair one last time and then run my fingers down his body following his contours. My God, he’s got a good body. I can feel his muscles tensing through his t-shirt as I go down. I then trace them down to the top of his jeans. I hover there for a second. Do I really want to do this? I question myself. This is so unlike me, it must be the alcohol. I then gently run my hand over his crotch area, delicately so he can feel it but not too obvious so anyone else can see. I chase it up and down and I can feel him growing. I open my eyes to see if I’ve managed to make him concede. But he’s just staring at me with that you-want-to-fucking-play look.
    Shit, I feel out of my depth. I run my hands over him one last time and place them on his chest. I pull back from him to end the kiss.  He just looks at me, not taking notice of anyone else.
    “You want to play, Jessica?”  he asks suggestively.
    “Maybe?” I smile my most innocent