See You at the Show (20 page)

And for the first time that night she realised that she actually wanted him too.
 
He kissed great, for a posh guy.
 
She couldn’t help but wonder what sex would be like.

Daniel moved closer, each step he took taking him one step nearer to a situation he’d never been in before.
 
A situation he wasn’t sure he could handle.

“Come on.
 
Don’t be shy.”

She reached out and took his hand, gently placing it between her breasts, laughing at the slight look of shock that passed over his face as he touched her naked skin.

“You’re warm,” he whispered, looking at his hand as it rested between those amazing breasts.
 
He could feel her heart beating, he could feel it; not as fast as his own, which was still racing so hard it was making him dizzy, but he could feel it.

“So, are we gonna do this then?”

He looked at her, right into those piercing blue eyes, every ounce of any resistance he might have had left now disappearing.
 
It was gone.
 
To fight this anymore would be pointless.

He moved his hand down slowly to her hip, his fingers brushing over her smooth, soft skin as he pulled her closer, a sudden wave of confidence washing over him as he continued to stare into her incredible eyes.

“Well, we’ve come this far, Ms. Stone.
 
We might as well finish the job.”

She smiled at him.
 
Those nerves of his seemed to be deserting him.
 

She put a hand to the side of his face, stroking his cheek, closing her eyes as he kissed her.
 
This time
he
was kissing
her
and she liked it.
 
More than she’d thought she would.
 
He was different, he
felt
different, he was new, and she kind of needed that.
 
Something new.

“Come on then, Mr. Politician.
 
Let’s get this show on the road.”

She let go of him and he watched as she lay down on his bed, taking another long look at her incredible body as she closed her eyes, stretching her arms up above her head, her legs slightly drawn up.
 
Samantha would never lie there like that.
 
Never.
 
She always liked to get undressed in their en-suite then get straight under the covers.
 
She would never get into bed naked.
 
They’d never even made love with her naked, not since the early days of their marriage.
 
She always liked to wear one of her elegant silk and lace nightdresses and Daniel had never really thought anything of it before because it was just what they’d always done.
 
But this – this was a whole new experience for him.

Stevie rolled over onto her side and watched him as he undressed.
 
Underneath the suit and the tie and the austere politician’s exterior he had a body that wasn’t bad at all.
 
He wasn’t Mark, that was for sure, but it was obvious he kept himself in great shape.
 
He was a good-looking guy, and she felt more than a little turned on as he lay down beside her.
 
Whatever was happening here it was exciting, dangerous, and she liked that.
 
Exciting was good.
 
Dangerous was even better.

“I’ve never done this kind of thing before, Stevie.”

“Yeah.
 
I get that, Daniel.”

“But I need to know what this feels like.
 
I need to know what
you
feel like.”

“Well, let’s quit with the talking then.”
 
She pushed him onto his back, sitting astride him, leaning over to kiss him slowly.
 
“And let’s just do it.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Where’s Stevie?”
 
Mark asked.

Johnny was still half asleep as he opened the front door of his flat to find his friend standing there.
 
“How the hell should
I
know?
 
I’m not her fucking mother.”
 

Mark pushed past him and went inside.
 

“Yeah.
 
Good morning to you too.”
 
Johnny closed the door, following Mark into the living room.
 
“Have you seen the fucking time, man?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”
 
Mark sat down, clasping his hands between his open knees.

“What?
 
So I have to suffer too?”
 
Johnny went over to the open-plan kitchen and switched on the coffee machine.
 
“You look like shit by the way.
 
What time did you leave the bar last night?”

“I dunno.
 
Once Stevie left I kept on drinking.
 
Then I went over to her place but she wasn’t home.
 
I thought she might be here.”

“And why would she be here?”

“Because she runs to you when she’s fucked off with me.”

“And
is
she fucked off with you?”

“Don’t piss me off, Johnny.
 
I’m not in the mood.”
 
Mark got up, starting to pace the floor, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans.

Johnny poured himself a coffee.
 
“Well, she isn’t here.
 
She never was.”

“Then where the hell is she?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Mark?
 
When did you start caring where she was 24/7?
 
This is Stevie we’re talking about, she could be anywhere.
 
She’ll be fine.”

Mark was agitated.
 
He didn’t like what was going on in his head right now.
 
Things were changing and he was finding it really hard to get a handle on that.

Johnny watched as he paced the floor.
 
He’d never seen Mark like this before, not over a woman, and it unnerved him slightly.
 
He felt a lot for Stevie too, probably more than he should but when it came down to it he was always going to come second to Mark.
 
But that didn’t stop him from hoping that could change.
 
Maybe Billy was right, maybe he should just tell her how he really felt, but Stevie wasn’t just any girl.
 
She’d never shown any desire to settle down or make a commitment of any kind, he wasn’t even sure she’d ever been in love.
 
She’d certainly never talked to
him
about any past relationships.
 
So for him to wade on in there and announce he might be falling in love with her, well - he couldn’t be sure how that would go down.

“Are you listening to me?”

Johnny looked up as Mark’s voice pierced his thoughts.
 
“Sorry.
 
What?”

“Doesn’t matter.
 
I’m outta here.
 
If you hear from Stevie, let me know.
 
I need to talk to her.”

“
Need
to talk to her?
 
When have you ever
needed
to talk to anyone let alone Stevie?”

“Just let me know, ok?
 
There’s stuff I need to tell her.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m in love with her, the moody Swedish bitch that she is.
 
I fucking think I’ve fallen in love with her.”

***

Daniel couldn’t concentrate.
 
He had a meeting to go to in a couple of hours and he needed to focus, but he’d just had a night the like of which he’d never experienced before, and ever since he’d woken up all he’d done was replay every heart-stopping, mind-blowing minute of it.
 

He’d never had sex like it.
 
He’d never even known sex
could
be like that.
 
He’d done things he’d never heard of before, seen things he didn’t think he’d ever see, and gone to places he hadn’t even known had existed before last night.
 
Until this extraordinary woman had crashed into his life.
 
She’d opened his eyes to a brand new world and he was fascinated by her.

“Ok, politician guy, I’m outta here.”

He swung round as he heard her voice, saw her picking up her jacket.

“Stevie, wait, hold on.”

She looked at him.
 
There was something different about him this morning.
 
He seemed more energised, he was certainly less shy but then, after what they’d done last night there was no point in being shy anymore.
 
She’d wanted to push him as far as she could and she’d certainly done that, and he’d gone farther than she’d ever thought he would go.
 
A hell of a lot farther.
 
She couldn’t help but smile at the memories.

“What are you smiling at?” Daniel asked.

She leaned back against the sofa, folding her arms.
 
“If anyone knew what we’d done just a few hours ago, and you, the next possible party leader.
 
Maybe even the future Prime Minister.”

“You wouldn’t...?”

She couldn’t help laughing.
 
“Relax, Daniel.
 
This stays our little secret.
 
I’ve got enough complications in my life without adding to them.
 
And I really don’t feel much like breaking up a marriage.”

“You wouldn’t be,” he said, trying to push all thoughts of Samantha to the back of his mind.
 
Again.

“No.
 
I know I wouldn’t, because I’m going now.”

Daniel looked at her.
 
She was beautiful, just stunning, and even though it was wrong and dangerous and everything a man in his position shouldn’t be doing, he couldn’t let her go.
 
He couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing her again, of never feeling again what he’d felt last night.
 
Once hadn’t been enough.
 
He’d thought it would be, he’d thought that’s all it would take to get her out of his system but it wasn’t enough.
 
It was nowhere near enough.
 
He wanted more of her; he wanted her now for Christ’s sake!
 
A few days ago he’d been a happily married man with a perfect life and absolutely no inclination to change that but now – now all of that had been turned upside down and he couldn’t go back.
 
He didn’t want to.

“You...you can’t go, Stevie.”

She looked at him.
 
“Yes.
 
I can.
 
You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Jesus, don’t make it sound like that, please.”

“What else was it, Daniel?
 
We had great sex – really great sex - but that was it.”

“Was it?”
 
What was he doing?
 
What was he about to get into here?
 
She was giving him the perfect opportunity to take away a perfect night of incredible memories and walk away from this before anything else had a chance to happen so why couldn’t he just do that?

She leaned back against the wall and folded her arms.
 
“You want to do this again?”

He was still getting used to the way she came straight out with things.
 
He’d never come across a woman like her before.
 
“Yes.
 
I want to do this again.”

“You’re married, Daniel.
 
Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Does it bother
you
?”

She shrugged.
 
“It isn’t my problem.”
 
She looked at her watch.
 
“I’ve got to get going.”

“Will I...will I see you again?”

“I don’t do needy, Daniel,” she said, picking up her bike helmet and turning to go.
 
“You’ve got my number, so...”
 
She smiled at him.
 
“...you know what to do.”

Daniel leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes as the door closed behind her.
 
He didn’t know how he’d let this happen but she’d invaded his life now and he couldn’t just forget her.
 
He didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget her.
 

He opened his eyes as his ‘phone rang, walking over to the dining table and picking it up, looking at the screen.
 
Samantha.
 
He couldn’t ignore her again.
 
She’d already left two messages asking if he was ok and the last thing he needed was for her to start worrying.
 
So he took a deep breath and answered it.
 
Daniel Madison may be an excellent MP and a first-rate politician, but he was still a terrible liar.

***