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her.
It was those eyes again, like turquoise glass, clear yet dense. Something about the intensity of them reminded her so much of Paul.
They were sat very close together enveloped by a black blanket of night, both staring out at the town’s skyline. She didn’t really know what she was doing here, sat on a roof with the biggest rock star of the moment when she should be wowing people with her buffet. But her heart was thumping a rhythm it hadn’t performed in such a long time and she was finding it hard to care what she should be doing.
‘Are you cold?’ Quinn enquired suddenly breaking the silence.
‘A bit,’ George admitted aware she was shivering.
Without saying another word Quinn put his arm around her and drew her closer to him in one quick action. She was suddenly wrapped up in warmth.
She was a grown - up, yet she felt like a girl on some sort of awkward first date where no one knows the rules. It didn’t feel like she was sat in the arms of a major rock star, it felt like she was in another time and another place where she was young again. Young and alive.
‘If I could, I’d ask you out to dinner,’ Quinn spoke as he stroked her arm, keeping the cold at bay and sending delicious shivers down her spine.
‘If you could?’ George queried.
‘It’s complicated. I’m watch ed, all the time, which is why... ’
‘You climb on roofs,’ George finished off for him.
‘Exactly. But I like you you know and ... ’
‘So what do we do?’ George asked him.
‘What do you wanna do?’ Quinn replied.
‘I don’t know,’ George answered almost in a whisper.
‘Yes you do,’ Quinn told her his eyes looking deep into hers.
Before she could stop herself she had reached out and touched his face with her hand. She felt the firm line of his jaw and looked into his eyes, waiting, pausing in anticipation. He just matched her gaze, not letting his eyes drop from hers for a second and as her hand fell to his chest she could feel the strength of his heartbeat.
It was then he moved, taking her face in his hands for the second time in as many days and their lips were together, his mouth hot and sensual on hers.
He lowered her down onto the roof tiles and the raw cold slate sent shivers down her back as he sat astride her. He kissed her jaw, her neck; he ran his hands through her hair and then started to unbutton her blouse.
She thought she was going to combust with the desire she felt. She had never experienced anything like the longing she felt for him now. She wanted him to touch her everywhere.
Wantonly she pulled his t-shirt over his head and admired the perfect body underneath.
And then, completely shattering the moment, a mobile began to ring.
‘Shit,’ Quinn remarked, moving off of George and hurriedly fumbling for the phone in the pocket of his jeans.
She sat up and began to refasten her shirt buttons. Suddenly she felt a bit stupid, sat on the roof of a theatre, half undressed with someone she knew had two platinum albums and liked her canapés, but that was where the knowledge ended.
‘Hey Roger! Yeah it was another great show tonight. Where am I? Well I’m at the party, there’s a good turn-out. Yeah back to the hotel afterwards, sure I know and no late night poker with the boys. Yeah, OK, tell her the same,’ Quinn spoke into the phone.
He ended the call and snapped the phone shut, turning around. George’s shirt was tucked primly back in and she got up from the tiles and stood in front of him.
‘I’d better go. I should be serving your guests,’ she spoke, trying to move away from him without him touching her again.
‘Spend the night with me,’ Quinn said, grabbing hold of her arm.
George saw the sincerity in his expression and felt the tight grip on her arm. She swallowed, not knowing what to say. A night with a rock star, a hot rock star and someone who made her burn up from the inside out. She liked sex, it would be fantastic sex and she hadn’t had sex in almost a
It was those eyes again, like turquoise glass, clear yet dense. Something about the intensity of them reminded her so much of Paul.
They were sat very close together enveloped by a black blanket of night, both staring out at the town’s skyline. She didn’t really know what she was doing here, sat on a roof with the biggest rock star of the moment when she should be wowing people with her buffet. But her heart was thumping a rhythm it hadn’t performed in such a long time and she was finding it hard to care what she should be doing.
‘Are you cold?’ Quinn enquired suddenly breaking the silence.
‘A bit,’ George admitted aware she was shivering.
Without saying another word Quinn put his arm around her and drew her closer to him in one quick action. She was suddenly wrapped up in warmth.
She was a grown - up, yet she felt like a girl on some sort of awkward first date where no one knows the rules. It didn’t feel like she was sat in the arms of a major rock star, it felt like she was in another time and another place where she was young again. Young and alive.
‘If I could, I’d ask you out to dinner,’ Quinn spoke as he stroked her arm, keeping the cold at bay and sending delicious shivers down her spine.
‘If you could?’ George queried.
‘It’s complicated. I’m watch ed, all the time, which is why... ’
‘You climb on roofs,’ George finished off for him.
‘Exactly. But I like you you know and ... ’
‘So what do we do?’ George asked him.
‘What do you wanna do?’ Quinn replied.
‘I don’t know,’ George answered almost in a whisper.
‘Yes you do,’ Quinn told her his eyes looking deep into hers.
Before she could stop herself she had reached out and touched his face with her hand. She felt the firm line of his jaw and looked into his eyes, waiting, pausing in anticipation. He just matched her gaze, not letting his eyes drop from hers for a second and as her hand fell to his chest she could feel the strength of his heartbeat.
It was then he moved, taking her face in his hands for the second time in as many days and their lips were together, his mouth hot and sensual on hers.
He lowered her down onto the roof tiles and the raw cold slate sent shivers down her back as he sat astride her. He kissed her jaw, her neck; he ran his hands through her hair and then started to unbutton her blouse.
She thought she was going to combust with the desire she felt. She had never experienced anything like the longing she felt for him now. She wanted him to touch her everywhere.
Wantonly she pulled his t-shirt over his head and admired the perfect body underneath.
And then, completely shattering the moment, a mobile began to ring.
‘Shit,’ Quinn remarked, moving off of George and hurriedly fumbling for the phone in the pocket of his jeans.
She sat up and began to refasten her shirt buttons. Suddenly she felt a bit stupid, sat on the roof of a theatre, half undressed with someone she knew had two platinum albums and liked her canapés, but that was where the knowledge ended.
‘Hey Roger! Yeah it was another great show tonight. Where am I? Well I’m at the party, there’s a good turn-out. Yeah back to the hotel afterwards, sure I know and no late night poker with the boys. Yeah, OK, tell her the same,’ Quinn spoke into the phone.
He ended the call and snapped the phone shut, turning around. George’s shirt was tucked primly back in and she got up from the tiles and stood in front of him.
‘I’d better go. I should be serving your guests,’ she spoke, trying to move away from him without him touching her again.
‘Spend the night with me,’ Quinn said, grabbing hold of her arm.
George saw the sincerity in his expression and felt the tight grip on her arm. She swallowed, not knowing what to say. A night with a rock star, a hot rock star and someone who made her burn up from the inside out. She liked sex, it would be fantastic sex and she hadn’t had sex in almost a
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