Chapter 2

Lizzie had been mesmerised by the performances of Billy Elliott. She couldn't believe the professional standards that the 50 child cast put on night in night out. On a natural high she didn't see her earlier acquaintance George Wickam slowly making a beeline towards Charlotte and herself. To be truthful she hadn't really given him much thought either.

Charlotte, completely ignorant of the past meeting, was quite intrigued by this handsome stranger's movement. She questioned Lizzie if she knew anything about the 'hottie'. Lizzie just shrugged as she saw his face while trying to hide a blush.

"Oh him, no one special, just someone I met at interval". Little did Lizzie know that George by this stage was standing right behind her.

"Madam I am wounded. Could you have possibly forgotten my name already?" Charlotte giggled but he then continued "George Wickam at your service. Now what brings you two to the theatre tonight?"

"Oh. We are just celebrating Lizzie's 18th Birthday"

"Well then my sincerest congratulations. But pray tell why are you not celebrating this birthday with your family?"

"Thank you. It might have been a bit of a distance to travel just for one day considering I'm Australian"

'Bingo!' He thought 'that was exactly what I wanted to hear'

"Well know if you don't mind Charlotte and I must be one our way"

Lizzie was making waning signs to Charlotte that read 'help me'. However just before turning he responded.

"Well you must at least allow me to escort you to have a dink. It's not every night that a gentleman is lucky to have two beautiful ladies on his arms"

Charlotte jumped at the opportunity "Well I suppose we can spare an hour or two. Come on Lizzie it will be fun. Besides you need to have your first legal pub experience!" Reluctantly Lizzie agreed and the three of them hit the streets of London.

Wickam had gained them entry to one of London's more exclusive nightclubs. Charlotte had immediately hit the dance floor leaving the other two. Left to themselves Lizzie began to relax in his company. Whether or not it was the eventual effects of the alcohol Lizzie's hostility to his flattery were beginning to wane. Lizzie's skin was actually beginning to blush rather becomingly as well.

Soon enough the pair was on the dance floor as well. Unnoticing that Wickam was constantly changing model-like partners, Lizzie was grinding the dance floor along with the beat of the music. Lizzie's reserve had worn off with the alcohol and Wickam as smiling as he saw some of her dance moves.

When Lizzie became aware of her bleary state she excused herself to the bathroom with Charlotte tagging behind.

"So Lizzie how's George?"

"Everything is fine, but I think I will call it a night soon"

"Well you know where to find me…'shaking that thang'"

Lizzie met back with George and told him her plans.

"Fair enough, although I can't say I am disappointed you are leaving. What do you say to one last dance?"

They hit the dance floor one last time and Lizzie was reflecting on how at ease she had been all night with George. She had always been quite hostile to male attention to herself, never being able to find herself to trust them. Meanwhile the music turned to a slow number and Lizzie felt George's hands slowly embrace her waist. The distance between them had closed and Lizzie was resting her head n George's shoulder. She heard the words "Lizzie you are a goddess" whispered into her ear and she shivered. She looked up to where the words had come from and she quickly found her lips engulfed by Wickam's mouth. His arms now in her hair so she couldn't pull away and before long Lizzie found herself returning his caresses to her mouth to his. As quickly as the song had ended so did the embrace and Lizzie was in shock.

Lizzie shyly looked up at Wickam and mistook the smug grin on his face fore one of loveless joy. Her naivety could not let her recognise the look that he gave her and he knew it. Wickam took her hand and pulled out a pen to write on her soft skin. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and whispered "Call me"

With that, Wickam handed her to Charlotte and bid them farewell. With one last glance Lizzie melted and the next thing she knew she was on the train back to Herefordshire. Smiling sheepishly out into the darkness she thought 'finally, a man for me who is charming, witty, devishly handsome and he actually finds me attractive"

Wickam still sitting at the nightclub bar took his drink and smiled to himself. 'Mmm that body of hers! She'll be will be mine yet and mine only". His thoughts were interrupted when a sexy, young drunk Britt put a hand on his shoulder and whispered "Wanna dance"

'Did he ever and much, much more with a second glance at her figure'. "Sure thing, too much work and not enough play for one day".

A/N: I decided to break this chapter up thus allowing me to post this chapter earlier. I would love to hear any feedback. Thanx to those who already have!!