Part 3

Nikki's POV

Staring at the ingrained wood of the table in front of me, I couldn't quite believe that this was actually happening. After I'd left Michael's office I hadn't known what to feel. I should have been embarrassed, but in all truthfulness I didn't feel any regret for asking her, only pure sadness that she had rejected me, and perhaps a little irritation at myself, for ever thinking that she could actually want me. Suffice to say, when I saw Lorraine trying to get my attention as I was leaving, I was shocked. But I couldn't help a smile making its way on to my face. She certainly knew how to make a scene, and there was just a glimmer of hope that maybe she wanted me after all.

Suddenly, I felt a warm hand gently being placed over the top of mine across the table. I looked up slowly to see Lorraine staring back at me, and again, I couldn't help but smile.

'Sorry', she said. 'You were miles away'

'Ah, no matter' I replied gently. 'It was nothing important' I said, intertwining our fingers, rubbing little circles on the back of her hand. She smiled back at me, squeezing my hand just a little tighter. She took a sip of her wine as I sat very slightly backwards in my chair. I had known this would be right.

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Several drinks later and we had severely loosened up, especially Lorraine who was know beckoning me over to her side of the table, running her tongue along her top teeth anticipatorily. Obligingly, I did so, finding myself almost on her lap seeing as there wasn't much space, not that I minded. Wrapping one arm around my waist she leant her head gently on my shoulder, her soft curls falling down my back as I pressed my lips against it lightly. Soon, she looked up at me, her eyes filed with lust and passion as she brought her lips closer to mine. Lightly at first, just brushing them gently across each other, hardly even touching. But it was enough. Her arms moved further up my body and I did the same, running my fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to me. Her lips crashed down on mine, her tongue running along my lips begging for entrance. I soon obliged, opening my mouth to let her tongue enter, running mine over her teeth as I delved deeper. She ran her hands through my hair passionately as I pushed her down onto the seat below. I think by now we had both forgotten we were in a public place. To me, there was no one else there but her. I was totally wrapped up in her as she pulled her lips away from mine and gently began kissing me along my jaw line, then down onto my neck. I moaned in pleasure and wrapped my arms around her more tightly, however, suddenly, she pulled away again, but this time forcefully. Practically wrenching herself away from my grasp.

'Shit' she whispered.

'What?' I replied, in utter perplexion. She seemed to be looking beyond me at another table, her arms now firmly by her sides.

'Shit, is that Michael?' she asked

I turned around and looked before looking back at her and nodding.

'Oh God, what are we going to do?' she asked, but she seemed close to laughter, her face breaking into a smile as the skin next to her eyes wrinkled up, but on listening more closely, there was definitely an air of panic about her.

I was about to reply, but she'd already grabbed my hand and was dragging me onto the floor beside the table.

'Lorraine, what are you doing' I asked, completely baffled.

'Leaving', she replied simply, a sly grin on her face, before shuffling forwards on her hands and knees, glancing back at me as she did so, her lips pursed, suppressing the laughter that was so close to bubbling out from her. I followed her, equally close to the ground until we reached the corner, at which point she stood up and shook various bits of dust of her once perfect dress, throwing her head back in laughter at the pure ridiculousness of the situation, before striking a pose against the wall with her hands held underneath her chin in a gun like position.

'Very agent-esque' I said. Not being able to resist her any more, I grabbed her by the waist, crashing my lips down upon hers, feeling her soften in my arms as I pulled her closer. Pulling away again, she turned my head, gently nibbling on my earlobe, before whispering in my ear,

'I believe we have some unfinished business', dragging me out by the arm to the sea front.

As we walked along she began to intertwine her fingers with mine, looking over her shoulder at me tentatively as she bit on her lip. I squeezed her hand back, before pulling my arm around her waist, kissing her gently on the forehead. She reciprocated, pulling me in to her as the wind whipped up her hair, the sea salt mingling with it as I pulled my hands around her head. All would have gone to plan, had it not been for the sudden crack of thunder followed by the sky opening, drenching us both in seconds. We ran anyway, getting into the first taxi we could. There was a mutual agreement between us both that didn't need to be said as she leaned closer to me, resting her head in my shoulder. We were going back to the same house. So when the driver asked where we were going, I let Lorraine give him her address and have done with it. I had no problem with staying over.