Author’s Note – Jade, you are too perceptive – I had Orlando in my head the entire time!! Anyway, thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed but now we’re at the end and I demand to know who you were all fantasising about?! Leave me a review and tell me, tell me, tell me!!

We were in the shower for ages and I don’t think I noticed until the water started running cold and we both jumped out with childish grins on our faces. We moved into the bedroom and lay on my double bed in matching towels, we never said a word to each other, we just lay there in silence. It felt so comfortable; I just couldn’t believe that I had actually had sex with him. I couldn’t believe that he was lying next to me, naked. I know I keep harping on about this but it was just like a dream, seriously, I don’t think I would’ve been surprised at all if I woke up then and there. Of course, it didn’t happen and all I could think was that this was going to end in heartache. I’m not one of those girls who can just shag celebrities as if I have nothing better to do so this whole situation was bound to have an adverse effect on me when he breezed out of my life as quickly as he arrived. God, what if that was it? He never wanted to take me to dinner; he just figured I’d be good for a roll in the hay?

“How are you feeling?” he asked lazily, turning on his side and running his fingers across my bare shoulders. I turned to face him, unable to formulate thought let alone verbally communicate. I swallowed hard and smiled.

“A little weird,” I grinned. “Like I’m in an episode of the Twilight Zone or something. Look, I don’t do that sort of thing all the time; I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of slut or something,”

“Why would you care what I thought of you?”

“I don’t know, I just do, okay? I’m a really good person and I hate the thought of anyone thinking otherwise,” I knew I was babbling but what did he expect? You can’t just spring this sort of thing on an unexpecting member of the public and expect them to be able to deal with it, it might happen at the parties he goes to but it never happens to me. Never. “So, are we still going out for dinner or was that all you were interested in?” I hadn’t meant to sound so hard and I could tell he seemed a little taken aback by my forthrightness.

“Of course we’re still going out for dinner, unless you’ve changed your mind,” he said softly, still stroking, always stroking. “Look Bex, I know this is probably a bit of a weird situation for you but it’s not like I do this all the time either, y’know? I just really liked you and it seemed like the perfect opportunity when we came back here,”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” I smiled and rolled off the bed, grabbing my red bag and disappearing into the bathroom to get dressed and put some make-up on leaving him alone in my bedroom, free to snoop if the desire took him. I was still a little shaky on my legs, probably from standing up all day, but I wriggled into my newly bought outfit and threw on some make-up with deft precision before walking back into the bedroom. He was still lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his breathing steady; my heart almost skipped a beat when I saw him there. I didn’t want to wake him but the afternoon had slipped away from us so easily and it was time to get out of here and into the real world. I stroked my hand over his smooth chest and he gently opened his eyes, a grin on his face as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him, kissing me lightly on the cheek and neck before whispering in my ear.

“You look fucking stunning,”

Dinner was a blinding success and we swapped telephone numbers straight away, he came back to my flat afterwards and stayed until early the next morning but after the third phone call from his publicist or whatever, he had to leave. I think once the actual date-like situation was in front of me, I didn’t feel so bad about sleeping with him so soon after meeting him. I mean, when would I have ever had the chance again? He helped me hang the ‘A Bout de Soufflé’ print over my bed and showered me in kisses before running out to the taxi at some ungodly hour of the morning – around 5am, I think. It was perfect. A really great day despite the awful weather drowning me. I didn’t know if he was ever going to call me again, I don’t know if he even liked me enough to be seen with him on a regular basis. I do know that he’s off to some tropical location for a couple of months next week and that he’s going to try and call me while he’s out there but if not, he said he’d call when he’s back on home soil. Right now, I couldn’t care less if he calls or not… Did that sound convincing enough?

Well, after all the sneaking around and trying not to mention anything to Jen or any of the other girlfriends I am in constant contact with, at half past eight on the following Tuesday morning, the telephone was ringing off the hook. Apparently, my photograph was in the new issue of Heat magazine, sitting opposite him in a trendy central London restaurant looking stunning in my purple dress. I had to smile, I hadn’t wanted it to happen but at least now, if he never calls again, I can still look back at that photograph and know that it wasn’t just a dream.

THE END