Bloody people skills course, who the hell does he think he is sending me to listen to complete bullshit for a weekend, I thought as I arrived. I got out of my car and headed inside the hotel, my head filled with anger. I was wearing a black skirt, a shirt, a blazer and a pair of black heals. I entered a room filled with empty chairs, only three of them were occupied. On a wall there was a notice with the itinerary. I looked at each over the three people and decided who would be the most likely to add enjoyment to this hell like course. He was tall and handsome, stuck on his checker shirt was a label which read 'Johnny Maconie'.

A blonde American woman worked towards me. 'And you are?' she asked politely.

'Jac Naylor.' I replied, I had been here less than a minute and I was already bored.

'Ahh yes, Miss Naylor.' She said sticking a label on my blazer which read 'Jackie Naylor.'

'No, I'm not wearing this, my name's not Jackie.' I said standing up. 'Hanssen is really taking the piss, sending me to a place like this full of sad, boring idiots.'

'I now realise why Henrick badgered me so much to get you on this course. Before the rest arrive I want you to get one thing straight, this is not a playground. This is a course for professional human beings. I don't know exactly what you are but you're no different from any of us. Just because you have a better job title doesn't mean that you're a better person. So remember, this is no place for your bitchy little tricks.' She said rudely, yet quietly so that only Johnny and I could hear.

The cow, what right has she got to talk to me like that? I sat back down, ignoring her completely. After a few minutes she got the message and pissed off.

'So, why are you here Jac?' Asked Johnny. 'I get that it's because of your attitude and that, but you must have done something pretty bad to be sent to this hell whole!'

'I shouted at an F1 and told her that she was nothing, and something along the lines of that I wouldn't let her into theatre even I f the rest of the staff were struck down by Ebola and I was flat lining on the table. On top of that I told the DOS that he was taking his anger out on me after an ex-colleague he was supposedly in love left and that all the nurses are shit at their jobs.' I replied, there was no point in lying.

'Well, your colleagues must love you.' He replied sarcastically. 'I mean, you don't actually seem to bother trying to get people to like you. I like that.'

'You're the only one.' I replied, smiling a little.

'Wait, so you're GS, right?' He asked, he seemed to know who I was.

'I used to be, CT consultant now. How did you know?' I asked, I was curious to know where this information had come from.

'Let's just say there's not many people in our line of work who don't know of Lord Byrne and I know that your name has popped up before.' He replied, I looked at the floor in shame.

'Yes, that was a long time ago.' I said, trying to think of a way to change the subject. 'So, what about you, you're an orthopod'

'God no, I'm a neurosurgeon.' He replied, he surprised me a great deal with that.

'Well, heart rules head as they say.' I replied cockily. I was quite taken a back when he started laughing.

'You're funny, you know that.' He flirted.

'Shut up. Sweet talking doesn't work on me.' I replied, he was going to have to try harder than that if he wants me.

'So, you're an ice queen, I like that as well.' He said, somehow he could see right through me.

'Is there anything you don't like?' I said sarcastically.

'Being sent on this bloody course, my CEO is trying to get me to become the perfect boss. I've recently been made consultant, so he thinks that I would benefit from this. Apparently I need to form better working relationships with my colleagues and be able to take ownership.' He explained, his personality intrigued me, yet his mouth just pushed me away.

'Where do you work?' I asked, I was genuinely interested for once.

'Bath, it's quite a nice hospital. Not as nice as Holby, but it's alright.' He replied.

'I was treated there a few years ago, it seemed like a good hospital.' I said.

'Really, what happened?' He asked, I didn't know what to say.

'It's a long story but I had to be rushed in for an emergency, severe septic shock and multiple organ failure. I was fine though.' I said, not wanting to reveal too much.

'That's good. Do you want to go for a drink after this is over?' He asked.

'Maybe.' I replied, leaving him hanging. I went over to join those of the people who had recently arrived, most of them dull and sad. I

The rest of the day I stuck with Johnny, we got on well, spending most of our time laughing and flirting. No matter what I throw at him, he would shrug it off and laugh. He knew how to keep me in my place without being bossy or telling me what to do, throughout the day he subconsciously kept me grounded. He wasn't fazed by my icy exterior, I'd never come across anyone like him. Not only was he different, he was also cleaver and funny, his manner strangely attracted me.

That evening, we were sat in the bar. I was drinking my third vodka and tonic; he was drinking his second rum and coke. I wasn't a regular drinker, so I was very drunk. I just sat there giggling, he was rambling on about some random crap. His consistent crap began to annoy me, so I did the only thing I knew that would shut him up. I kissed him.

He kissed me back, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I felt his hand move up my leg, the other one in my long hair. He was a good kisser to say the least, but just kissing wasn't enough, I wanted more.

I pulled away long enough to whisper 'I've got a room, let's use it.' We carried on snogging before heading upstairs. His hands on my waist as I opened the door. He began undoing the buttons of my white shirt, revealing my red lace bra. I ripped off his shirt and his belt. I felt his hands undoing my bra as I worked on his trousers. And you can guess what happens next.

The next morning I awoke early, before the sun had risen. My head was spinning and I could remember very little of the night before. I could feel my leg brush against another leg which was not my own. I rolled over to find Johnny asleep. I didn't take me long to work out what had gone on. I quietly got out of the bed, a sheet wrapped around me in case I woke him up. I got dressed in the bathroom, grabbed my bag and left. I didn't feel in the least bit guilty, it was a fling. Quick and easy sex, no strings attached. If only I'd known that it wasn't going to be that simple.

As I drove away, I realised how long it had been since a man had paid the slightest bit of attention to me. I would have said Shaun but I don't think that he qualifies a man.