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

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

 I’d not slept a lot, turning over in my head how I was going to rectify this situation. I had decided if I let this part of the game go on any longer, there was every chance I would give up my virginity. He did something to me when we were intimate. It was like I was instantly under his spell, and willing to do anything to please him. It was dangerous, and I had to stop. Clearly to him, taking my virginity would simply be another notch on his bedpost. I was determined not to let that happen.When I heard him get up that morning, I decided to stay in bed. I listened intently as I heard the faint sound of a shower from his side of the apartment, realising that he must have an en suite. Then the familiar sounds of draws being opened and closed came through the walls as he undoubtedly got dressed.When his door clicked open, I remained perfectly still. I wondered if he would come in here to see if I was awake. I shut my eyes in case I had to deceive him, but wh

I stepped carefully around the floor littered with beer cans and Xbox game cases.“Excuse the mess,” he called out. “Three guys in their 20’s all living together is never gonna be tidy.”Matt was in the kitchen getting us drinks, while I got to study the horrifying nature of the living room.I gave a small laugh, but looked at the threadbare sofa covered in stains with trepidation. Was it originally brown? Or was that the colour it had gone since being in this flat? I wasn’t sure I really wanted to sit down on it.“No problem,” I lied. “I’ll just move this stuff out the way.”I went to remove the pile of laundry, but Matt appeared at the door way. “Oh no, don’t worry. We’re not staying in here.”“We’re not?”“No, I don’t want Steven or Bill disturbing us…We’re going to my room.” He gave me an easy

We hadn’t spoken since the fateful weekend. That did nothing to alleviate my anxiety. I wasn’t sure how he was going to act, but then I reminded myself that the weekend hadn’t meant anything to him. So, he wasn’t going to be any different. Was he? I decided to go into the office earlier than usual to see if I could catch him before his morning meetings began. I wouldn’t be able to focus unless I did it straightaway. When I pushed open the office door, I saw I was in luck.It looked as if he had just arrived, as he had removed the long grey cashmere coat, and was hanging it in its usual place on the steel coat stand.He cocked his head when he noticed my presence, in that way I found so disarming. “Miss Woods…You’re in early. Are you making up for the other day?”I stopped in my tracks, halfway across the floor to my desk. “Making up for…” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.