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sensation of his hard body against mine.  My hand moves inside
his jacket and hooks around him, my hand on the top of his buttock.
    ‘Someone’s been
doing squats,’ I tease squeezing and he chuckles.
    ‘You are an
enigma, Miss Emily Taylor,’ he muses as his hazel eyes move over my face.
    ‘Why?’ I puzzle.
    ‘Was you giving
me evil daggers for dancing with the blonde?’ he murmurs quietly.
    ‘No!’ I scold,
‘why, were you giving Mike daggers?’ I retaliate childishly.
    ‘Absolutely!’ he replies and I smile
despite myself, ‘I am an only child. I don’t share,’ he mumbles, ‘shall we get
out of here?’
    ‘Ok,’ I murmur my insides tingling with
apprehension.
    We move to the table and collect my bag
before waving to the occupants, Mike stands and kisses my cheek, ‘give me a
call Emily’ he hands me a card and I smile briefly, accepting it reluctantly,
Matt tugs at my hand and we depart.
    I glance at the card, ‘Mike Simmons,
Managing Director.’
    ‘You going to call him?’ Matt fumes
quietly.
    ‘Not that it is any of your business, but
no,’ I toss it in the bin in the foyer as we leave.
    ‘Where to?’ Matt enquires.
    I shrug, ‘I don’t mind.’
    We drive into the city and park outside a
club. I have heard about this place, it is new and trendy.  He grasps my hand as
we approach the doors where a man in black greets him opening the ropes.
    ‘Mr Ritchie,’ he nods and gestures us in
past the queue.  I am in awe, I have never approached a club and not had to
queue in the cold.  Matt directs us to the bar and beyond where another roped
area sits, another even bigger man dressed in the uniform of black signals us
through.
    ‘What do you fancy to drink?’ Matt
murmurs into my ear over the music, ‘champagne?’
    I nod, why not I loved the champagne at
the dinner, ‘thank you.’
    We sit in a booth overlooking the dance
floor, Matt beside me his arm across the back of the seat.
    ‘You obviously come here often,’ I call
up to him.
    He shrugs non-committal, ‘have you been?’
    ‘No, not here.  Lucy and I used to
indulge now and then, but now she is with Tom she doesn’t really feel it.’
    ‘You don’t go out with friends?’ he
enquires.
    ‘No,’ is all I reply, ‘thank you for a
lovely evening,’ I tip my glass to his.
    ‘Thank you Emily,’ he sips his drink
whilst his eyes drink me in, I feel my insides tingle as he places his drink on
the table and tips my chin.  I cannot breathe or think as he bends and tastes
the champagne off of my lips, ‘hmmm, I would like to drink champagne off of
your body,’ he whispers down to me as I gaze up dumfounded, his words creating a
warming in my sex.  I cannot speak or breathe as he picks up his glass and
downs a mouthful.
    ‘Aren’t you driving?’ I recover my
speech.
    ‘No, we will get a car to drop us off,’
he murmurs.  A couple of people stop by and shake Matt’s hand but he introduces
me to no one remaining distant in his conversations so that they move on
quickly.
    I am feeling tipsy, Matt is charming and
has me giggling like a school girl as he tells me stories of his life.  He
respects my wishes to not delve into my past, although now and then I volunteer
a small amount of information, which he listens intently to.
    ‘So are you dating anyone special?’ I
bravely ask the question that has been at the front of my mind since the day I
met him.
    ‘What right at this moment, or generally?’
he teases.
    ‘That was cheesy Ritchie,’ I giggle and
he chuckles without answering.
    ‘Shall we go?’ he enquires after another
bottle of champagne.
    ‘Ok’ I agree. 
    We enter the waiting vehicle and relax
into the back, my head leaning back against the seat.
    ‘I have had fun, thank you.’ I turn to
Matt.
    ‘Me too, you are good company when you
relax,’ he informs me gently, I merely smile over to him. 
    We reach my flat and Matt walks me to the
door, ‘do you want a coffee or anything?’ My manners kick