My stomach flipped wildly as the nerves coursed through my system. Matt had asked me to meet him in The World’s End. I’d been a few times before, as it was one of the most well-known pubs in Camden. Letterbox red brick walls held my destiny.
Predictably, I was stopped by the bald-headed bouncer. He looked at my ID suspiciously, but eventually gave a harsh grunt to tell me he was satisfised.The pub was rammed. It was Saturday night, so it was to be expected, but I wasn’t sure how I was going to find Matt in the throng of people. I did a rather unattractive impression of a meerkat, looking for any sign of my date. My search came up empty, and a dark feeling crept into the base of my stomach. What if he wasn’t here? What if I’d been stood up? I began to panic, conscious that people may already be staring at the girl without any friends.“Rosie!”
Relief flooded through me. It was him. I swivelled round quickly to see him
I woke up on Sunday a little bleary eyed. It certainly wasn’t a full-blown hangover, but it was enough to turn my head into concrete. I went though the scenes from last night in my mind, and a cloud appeared above me. I curled myself into a tight ball and pulled the duvet right over me, deciding that today was probably going to be spent in bed. Shutting my eyes tightly, I willed sleep to take me again.My bedside table began to oscillate, and I realised it was my phone vibrating. I reached out from my cocoon to find the device. I squinted as the light from the screen blinded me for a second. Eventually managing to focus, I felt my heart skip a beat. Hurriedly, I clicked to open the message.-Hey Rosie. Just wanted to say again how cool last night was. How about some Thai food on Thursday?I stared at the message for ages, trying to assimilate what this meant. He wanted to see me again. Even after the awkward ‘not a kiss’ last night. The cloud e
I gulped. Why did the idea of kissing Mr Stone currently sound more terrifying than another mirror exercise? For some reason it felt more…intimate. As if it was possible that he would gain even more of an emotional hold on me.Either way, the time had come. Clothes now removed I stood in front of the mirror, his eyes roaming every square inch of my body.“So, Miss Woods, tell me. What do you like about yourself?”I shifted uncomfortably. I knew it had to be something below my neck line. A mischievous idea crossed my mind, and I smirked.“Fingers,” I announced.His face darkened. “Are you being serious Miss Woods?”“Yes. You said below the neck link, that’s where they are. I think they look okay in a certain light.” I brought them up to my face, turning them over and pretending to inspect my nails.His jaw clenched. “I’m going to give you one more chance, Miss Woo
Just to add to my Mr Stone never-ending nightmare, Emma confronted me first thing before our morning lecture started.As I selected one of the cinema-style drop down seats at the back of the lecture hall, she came almost running towards me.“So? Did you speak to him?” She asked excitedly.I hesitated. I didn’t want to tell her word-for-word what Mr Stone had said. It was far too harsh. I scoffed inwardly as I considered that I was actually trying to soften the blow for Emma of all people. I knew if it was the other way round, she wouldn’t give me the same treatment.“I did…” I stared tentatively, finally placing my bum on the hard plastic.“And?” Her eyes were wide with hope.“And…he says he’s not looking for anything serious right now.”Her face fell, and she took a few steps away from me, almost knocking into one of the students walking down the aisle. S
This date was much like our first, him chatting and making me laugh, me gawping at him from across the table. It couldn’t have been more perfect. The meal was completely delicious. I even found myself comfortable eating in front of Matt, which was rare for me. We shared the food, dipping between the different coloured ceramic bowls and telling each other what we liked best about it.As we finished, Matt asked me which one had been my favourite.“Hmmm,” I pondered, considering the empty dishes. “The one with the prawns I think.”He nodded. “Geang Dang Goong. Good choice. It’s one of my favourites too.” The corner of his mouth turned upwards, and I replicated the action.When it was time for the bill, I reached into my handbag. “Let me pay half at least?”But before I could say anything, he’d swiped his card over the reader. “Don’t be silly, I remember how much money you ha
I had stayed up with Vanessa pretty late in the end, so I had decided to give myself a lie in on Saturday morning. However, my plans were disturbed when my phone went off at 10am.I answered sleepily before checking the caller ID.“Hello?” I asked groggily into the receiver while rubbing my eyes.“Miss Woods…are you still in bed?”My daze state dissipated into thin air as I realised who it was.“Mr Stone? I er…had a late night.”Silence.“Mr Stone?”“A late night with library boy?” Mr Stone seemed to spit the words.“No, with a friend. Vanessa.” I clarified the gender of the friend automatically, although I wasn’t sure why.“I see,” he replied, seemingly more congenial. “Does that mean you have a date with him tonight?”I hesitated. Part of me wanted to lie and say yes. I didn’t want him
Adrianne was now literally jumping up and down on the spot, her stiletto’s tapping against the tiled floor. “YOU. LOOK. HOT!”I still hadn’t seen the completed look. Adrianne had insisted that I not look in a mirror until she’d finished my hair and makeup. I was more than happy to oblige with that.“Are you sure about this underwear? It’s going right up my arse…” I fidgeted as I felt the lace thong imbed itself into me. Surely, I could just wear normal knickers?Adrianne pretended not to hear me, and instead gestured for me to step forwardsShe’d covered a floor length mirror in the salon with a black sheet, clearly wanting to replicate the grand reveal of a few well-known reality-TV shows.I tottered over in the ridiculous heels she’d made me get, taking every precaution not to fall over. She positioned me directly in front of the looking glass, before hurrying over to the side of
I was pretty sure I had never seen so many beautiful people in one place before. Literally. Every single patron of Tape was young, fresh and stunning. I was amazed I’d actually been let in. The club itself was incredible. Rows of tiny bulbs seemed to illuminate the edge of every surface. Sleek glass tables were surrounded by pristine white booths. Their occupants draped themselves over the seating, champagne flutes hanging loftily from their perfectly manicured hands. Violet strobe lights moved effortlessly around the room, casting the club in a night-like glow.The bass reverberated through my body, causing my steps to involuntarily move in time as I walked. I was acutely aware of Mr Stone’s hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the VIP section. As we passed, various people either said hello to him or nodded their heads. Some of the women Mr Stone said hello to narrowed their eyes at me. Clearly, he was a popular man. When we stopped at a
As we began to travel through London, I realised we were going in the wrong direction for my halls.“Where are we going?”“Back to my place,” he replied, looking out of the window.A thrill went down my spine, and I immediately chastised myself for it. I shouldn’t be thinking like that. The trouble was, I still had the memory of his fingers under my panties. He hadn’t touched me there before.I wanted to question him further about why he wasn’t taking me home, but I still felt uncomfortable talking about everything so openly while a stranger was positioned a few feet away. No doubt these private hire drivers heard many things, but I didn’t fancy adding any juicy stories to their repertoire.When we got to Mr Stone’s building and I noticed that he’d drank a more than I had originally thought. His fingers fumbled a little as he punched in the entrance code. It was interesting to see him with