My Hearts Too Drunk To Drive
And my heart's too drunk to drive
I should stay away from you tonight
But in this blackout state of mind
Baby all I want is you tonight
When my head tells me "no"
My heart tells me "go"
So I'm hitting in the road 'cause I
I know my heart's too drunk to drive
But I'm on my way to you
Yeah, I'm on my way
To you, you, to you tonight
I'm on my way to you, you
To you, I'm on my way
Chapter 1
She knew she shouldn't but she did.
Her long shift was over, she was in the pub with her colleagues. She was tired and hungry. She should want to go home but all she wanted was him.
The porter – the cheeky charming porter – Max Walker.
He was bad news she knew that. Not a bad guy in person but his reputation with girls preceded him. He pulled almost every night. She had been warned that she should stay away but she wanted him. She'd deal with the consequences in the morning.
She made a decision, she knocked back a shot and headed over to him. As she reached him she was knocked forward. She would have fallen to the floor if his hands hadn't reached out and held steady as she regained her footing.
"Take me home," she whispered.
She had never been so forward in her life. It was exiting but also terrifying at the same time.
He took a swig of his beer, eyed her and nodded.
"Outside five minutes," he whispered.
As he finished his beer, she bade her goodbyes and headed to her car.
She leant against it and allowed the cool night air to clear her clouded mind.
"Didn't you have a drink?" he asked.
She jumped and he chuckled. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she'd hadn't seen or heard him approach.
"Shall we?" he asked.
She nodded, her hands shaking as she turned the key in her car door.
"You can back out if you want," he said.
She shook her head. "I wasted too much time waiting fro this."
"Too much time. How much?" he asked, as they drove off.
"Few months," she answered.
"So am I taking you home to yours or mine?" he asked.
"Um yours is probably best," she answered. "Lots of questions at mine."
"Oh yeah your parents," he answered.
"Yeah I'm not the one to bring anyone home. Just wish I could afford my own place," she said.
"Don't we all," answered Max, seconds before they pulled up in front of the student nurses house.
"What about Robyn and Jamie?" she asked.
"I'd rather do this without then," answered Max.
"No you idiot," she laughed. "Are they in?"
"They were still at the pub when I left," answered Max. "We'd be back quicker than them anyway."
She nodded and followed him into the house.
"So welcome to Chateau D' Max," he said, opening the door.
She smiled, shook her head and headed in. But once in the house with the door shut and Max's hands on her waist, it all became very real.
"You ok?" he asked, nuzzling her neck.
She nodded and he nudged her.
"You sure?" he asked.
"I don't do this a lot," she answered. "I never do this."
"Do what?" he asked.
"Sleep with men who aren't my boyfriend," she answered.
"Firstly I am not men I am just one. Secondly you don't have a boyfriend and thirdly you can back out anytime," he answered.
She shook her head. "I'm not backing out."
"Well then I will treat you like a queen," eh smiled. "How about some wine to calm the nerves."
She nodded and within minutes Max was back with two glasses and a bottle of red wine.
"After you my lady," he smiled.
"Max Walker you are a real sweetie," she whispered.
"When the situation arises, Just don't tell anyone" he answered. "Seriously though if you don't want Robyn and Jamie to know you're here we should move up stairs. Though with your car on the front they will know."
"At the moment I don't care," she said, as he led her into his room pushing the door closed with his foot.
"So," she said.
"So," he answered, putting down the wine and glasses on the side table and discarding his jacket.
She fiddled with the strap of her bag and the buttons on her coat. He smiled, walked over and pushed them to the floor. She tensed.
"Just relax," he whispered.
His breath sent shivers all over her body. His lips caught her ear and her hands came up to grasp his biceps as he placed light feathery kisses over her face and neck. Before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer as her arms wrapped around his neck.
One hand slid down his front and slipped up his bare torso then slipped down to tug at the hem of his top. He quickly rid himself of it and pulled her back to him, pushing her onto the bed and following after. He kissed her neck and then leaned up.
"Remember anytime say the word and I'll stop," he said.
She smiled and tugged his head back down to hers. The front door slammed shut.
"Max!" called a voice. "Max you'd better not be about to do what your about to do!"
"You're a grown woman. What's her problem?" he asked.
She shrugged and he continued to kiss her.
"Max!" his sister, bellowed again.
He pulled himself up and stared down at the woman beneath him. Flushed skin, mused hair, swollen lips and no top with a few red marks already appearing on her neck and clavicle.
"I'd better go and see what she wants," he whispered, kissing her.
He slid out of bed despite her protests.
"You'd better have not been about to sleep with her," said Robyn.
"Why?" asked Max.
"Why?" asked Robyn. "Because she's not like your other girls. She doesn't do this ever."
"She told me," answered Max.
"No I mean I'm pretty sure she hasn't done this ever," said Robyn.
Max looked blank.
"Max I think she's a virgin," said Robyn.
"She said she doesn't sleep with men who aren't her boyfriend," answered Max.
"If she is and she hasn't told you do you really want to go though with it?" asked Robyn.
"She's sober. She asked me to take her home. She knows what she's getting into," answered Max. "I've given her plenty of opportunity to back out and she still can."
He turned and headed back upstairs.
When he re entered his room he found her sat on the edge of the bed.
"You weren't going to tell me where you?" asked Max.
She said nothing.
"Look I'm not mad I get it no one wants to sleep with the virgin. You find it embarrassing. But I would have noticed when you were in pain," said Max.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Now are you sure?" asked Max, pulling her towards him. "Or can I wine and dine you for a while before hand?" he asked, kissing her.
She pulled back resting her forehead against his. "Hmm," she whispered. "How about both?"
"That's doable. You know I should probably tell you I've had my eyes on you since I started at the ED," he said.
"Same here," she whispered.
"Now where were we?" he asked.
She pulled him backwards onto the bed.
"Right about here," she answered, before kissing him.
What happened next dear readers is left up to your own imagination. However with regards to the wining and dinning that will defiantly be written.
I intended this as a one shot when I started it but I think I'll let it go on a little longer.
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Gabriella Somerfield
