Chapter 1
"Nrrrrghhh…" Georgie groaned; her dehydrated lips glued together, desperate for a sip of water.
Christ, it was as if her mouth was full of sawdust and she had been dragged through hell backwards.
The first thing she realised was that she was lying in an unfamiliar bed, in a stranger's room and most horrifyingly of all, she was naked! What the hell happened last night?
The music was thumping through the speakers; a playlist of 90's dance classics filled the air of the club. The dance floor was filled with groups of twenty something's, singing lyrics to each other and waving their arms in the air.
'Desco' was one of few clubs in this part of London that allowed raucous hen and stag parties. So when Georgie's friend Lola wanted to celebrate her last night of being single, this was always going to be their final destination. With two for one deals on all bottles, no one could really object.
"I'm going to the bar," Georgie yelled to the group, making a drinking motion with her hand, before pushing her way through the crowds to escape the sweaty dancefloor.
She bypassed the bar when she saw the queue and opted for fresh air instead as she headed for the smoking area.
And that's where she met him…
She couldn't believe she'd gone home with him, let alone slept with him!
Georgie sat up, wrapped the bed sheet around her and began to ransack the room for her handbag.
Apart from the clothes from the previous night's shenanigans, the bedroom was surprisingly tidy and organised…for a guy.
"Oi oi sleepy head," a gentle voice greeted Georgie, causing her to pause in her tracks. Gripping the bed sheet tightly around her, she slowly turned around.
Tall…dark…handsome. God, Georgie was in BIG trouble. She smiled politely, willing herself not to blush profusely at being caught half-dressed and planning an escape.
"Morning Georgie." It's not like he hasn't seen all of this last night.
Bollocks, he remembers my name. Why can't I remember his? It was a famous singer's name. Justin…Will…Bruce…
"Hi…Elvis, right?"
Elvis scratched the back of his head sleepily, not really noticing the lapse in memory on Georgie's part as his eyes hungrily roamed the length of Georgie's half naked figure.
"I've got to get going. I have a shift that starts soon." The words came out of her mouth but Georgie certainly didn't say them with any meaning.
It was only now as they stood facing one another did she really take in Elvis' appearances. He was topless; his boxers dipped low at his waist, leaving little to the imagination.
"So last night was fun." He said, taking a step toward Georgie, staring at her carefully, a smile forming on his lips.
"A one-time thing only Elvis…" Georgie said in a warning tone, placing a hand on his chest to stop him from getting any closer. Elvis ignored her and instead grabbed her hand, pulling her body against his.
He looked down at her; with his other hand he took a strand of hair and twirled it between his fingers then let it go.
Why was that so bloody seductive?
Despite Georgie's protests, the bed sheet somehow ended up on the floor and within minutes they had fell back into bed together.
-OG-
Two hours later and half an hour before Georgie's shift was about to start she stood at the front door of Elvis' apartment.
He leaned on the door, staring at a now, fully-dressed Georgie, feeling a mixture of disappointment and sexual frustration that he could not quite explain.
"When we got together last night Elvis, we agreed: the morning after, I leave, we never contact each other again. Yes?" Elvis nodded. "We have our own lives. This meant nothing. There are no feelings here. It was just a crazy night of…"
"Mind-blowing" Elvis interjected.
"Sex…"
A silence settled between them as they stared at one another in understanding. Both unaware that they were not exactly certain on the 'feelings' part of the situation.
Georgie didn't even trust herself to kiss or hug him goodbye in case it led to other things...again.
"Bye Elvis." She said simply with a little smile and she began to walk down the corridor of the apartment block. Her secret one night stand staring after her in silence.
-OG-
Stepping through the exit and into the fresh air, Georgie exhaled and unzipped her handbag. First she found her phone and requested an Uber to get her to work.
"Fuck," she muttered, reading the time and realising how late she was going to be for her shift.
She dug a little deeper into the bottom of her bag and pulled out her make up purse. Reaching inside she pulled out a white gold engagement ring, encrusted with tiny diamonds and an eighteen carat diamond sat on top of it. Georgie slipped it onto her left hand, the shining band of metal felt heavy on her finger, weighted down with guilt and lies.
She shook her head. Time to bury her guilt along with any memories of last night and get on with her life.
She pulled out her mobile and called her fiancé.
"Hi Babe…yep I'm heading into work now…do you want to meet for lunch? Sure…I can fill you in on last night's events…"
The edited version, obviously.
-OG-
Elvis shut the door and pushed the chain across to double lock it, then leaned against the wooden panels with a heavy sigh. What a mind fuck.
He had not had a one night stand in a long time. Not since his single days and that's going back a few years. Elvis couldn't recall feeling this disappointed the morning after and he had bedded many women in his time. Christ, maybe he was losing his touch.
Elvis looked at his watch. Laura and Debbie would be returning from Debbie's Mom's in Watford soon. He stared around at the apartment.
Probably time to clean up and make sure he had left no incriminating evidence lying around.
So here we are. There aren't enough Georgie/Elvis fics on here so why not add another!
Another fiction, this time a little different but always inspired by the characters created by Tony Grounds =)
Enjoy, review and let me know what you think. Thank you. Lauren x