I tie my hair into a bun and grab my sweats, putting them on and walking around my room knowing that Taylor and Daniel aren't back yet. I wonder down the stairs and Mum and Dad are still dressed in their outfits from earlier on.

"Oh, honey, we thought you'd gone to bed," said Mum, still wearing her beautiful pale blue fitted dress. I shake my head sleepily from side to side and look at my Dad.

"Are Taylor and Daniel back yet?" I ask, my eyes widening with worry and anticipation. Dad shook his head and hugged me softly.

"I wouldn't worry. Ana, I need to do some work in my study. I'll come to bed in a minute," he continues.

"OK, Christian. I'm coming now. Going to bed, honey?" asked my Mum. I shook my head.

"I can't sleep. I'm going to watch some TV and then I'll go to bed," I muttered, twiddling my fingers slightly. Mum nodded and kissed my forehead and followed Dad upstairs.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with orange juice. I needed something refreshing and this did the trick. Suddenly, the door opened and I whipped my head around to see Daniel and Taylor walking in sleepily.

"Phoebe, where's your Father?" asked Taylor. "In his study. Is everything OK?" I ask, concerned.

"It's all sorted now, Phoebe. Are you alright?" "I'm fine, thank you." I give him my best smile and he smiles back, wondering up the stairs slowly.

"Daniel, get some sleep. You can go now," says Taylor as he makes his way up, and Daniel nods, taking out a square box and bleeping it shut. I have no idea what it is, some gadget. Daniel walks towards me and sighs deeply.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, I'm fine, honestly." How many times do I have to tell people today that I'm OK?! I sigh and he holds my face up with his forefinger and his thumb.

"Phoebe, you must know..." he whispers, closing his eyes on the last word. I smile and lean towards him. "Since the first day I saw you walking out of your Fathers study I just couldn't believe my eyes. You are my Aphrodite, Phoebe." How romantic! KISS HIM, YOU FOOL! I quiver inside, no one has said anything like that to me before.

"I know the feeling," I whisper, looking into his eyes. They widen suddenly and all I can see are two brown eyes. They're beautiful and charming even. I raise my head up slowly, and our lips meet. His hand strokes my face softly whilst the other wraps around my waist. My hands make their way through his hair, ruffling it up and tugging at it and he moans deep in his throat.

"Oh, Phoebe," he whispers, almost a plead. Our lips part and I feel something strange inside of me. I want him, so badly. I actually feel as if I would do anything for this man. Can you really fall in love so fast? I feel when I'm with him that my life has finally begun. "Phoebe, do you like me?" he asks, cautious of my answer.

"Oh, Daniel. So much more," I whisper, and his eyes widen and a small smile spreads across his face. Suddenly, the chime from the clock fills my ears and he whips his head around. I don't even get a chance to look at the clock and I'm over his shoulder and he's carrying me into his part of the house. I make sure that I don't make a single noise. Suddenly, we're through a door and he lowers me down to take a look as he locks the door. It's lovely! Better than I thought it would be like. Two plush sofas with cushions and a large TV, which goes into a kitchen with a bar and island in the centre. There's another door which I'm guessing leads to the bedroom, and one next to it which is open ajar to show a bath and toilet. For a man, he's tidy and clean. I like that. He turns and hands me a badly wrapped present. "This is only a joke present. You get your real one tomorrow, or today I should say," he whispers. I glance at a clock and it reads 00:02am. I'm twenty-two! Wow... I rip open the present and a bag full of plasters fall out of the wrapping. I giggle and pick them up, studying them.

"Ah, nice thought," I mutter, a large smile swept across my face and he smiles shyly, it's truly adorable! I drop the plasters and throw myself at him, FINALLY, and kiss him hard on the lips, knocking him off balance but he steadies. His eyes are open and wide at first, out of shock. He closes them and pushes me slowly towards the closed door and sure enough, it leads to the bedroom. I don't get time to look at it, I don't want to. I only want to look at Daniel, though I notice that the bed is king sized. As we fall onto the bed, he kisses my neck and I squirm beneath him as he nips away at my earlobe.

"Are you alright?" he asks, looking at me quizzically. I nod slowly and then once again place my lips on his, rolling over so I am on top. I realise that he is still wearing his tux. I smile and sit him upright.

"Can I undress you?" I ask shyly and he nods slowly, drinking me in. I slowly undo the bow tie and let it unravel in my hands. I then begin to unbutton his shirt slowly and he sighs heavily, leaning back onto his hands and letting me do the job. "Earlier when I was gawking at you, I was thinking of doing exactly this. I guess dreams do come true," I whisper and then with that, his lips are on mine and his shirt is carelessly on the side of the bed. He kisses me hard, as if he's been waiting for a long time for this cherished moment. As I kiss desperately back, I feel a pounding need and desire deep inside of me, and I just can't help but kiss this handsome man. Daniel suddenly stops and he slides his fingers under my vest, slowly peeling it off and above my head, throwing it onto a nearby chair. In one swift motion, he flips me onto my back so that I am now below him, and my sweats join the seat also. I am dressed only in a black and red lace matching bra and panties curtosy of Caroline Acton who has in the past done some shopping for me. He peers down and smiles. He bends down and begins to kiss the dip in my throat, slowly moving down towards my breasts and my body involuntary bucks towards his.

"You. Are. So. Beautiful. Phoebe," he says coarsely through every kiss and I practically convulse. As I close my eyes and take in his kisses and the pleasurable sensation they're giving off, I realise that he's shifted, but is soon over me again but his trousers have gone. He carries on kissing my tiny petite body and as he reaches the fine lace of my panties, I arch my back at the pleasure. He slowly hooks his long, skilled fingers into the panties and glides them down my legs. I don't want this. I want you. Let me kiss you. My eyes open and he begins to kiss my sex slowly. Suddenly, I clutch his dear face with my hands and bring him up so that his lips meet mine and we kiss. I roll over so that he is below me and I carry on the kissing, but for him this time. As I reach his boxer shorts he stiffens and I have no idea why. He suddenly sits up and grabs me, placing me on his lap so that my legs are wrapped around his. I steady myself using my hands on his strong muscular arms and he kisses my neck. The feeling is tantalising, and I wonder if this would've been the same with Ian. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth and I dismiss it immediately.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, cautiously and he looks worried about my answer, though he shouldn't.

"Yes," I whisper in his ear. He smiles and kisses my lips swiftly. Before I know it, he is sliding his boxer shorts off. He grabs a condom and places it where it should be and my eyes widen, and my eyebrows rise.

"You ready?" he asks and I can tell that he's nervous, so am I. This is your first time, Phoebe! No wonder he's nervous – he wants to make it the best he can, the poor guy. He suddenly lifts me holding onto my hips with his large hands and slowly he fills me and a twinge deep inside my body snaps. A small pain in my stomach causes me to wince ever so slightly and Daniel stops, looking into my eyes with worry.

"Are you alright?" he asks softly.

"I'm fine," I whisper. He slowly moves out of me at a slow pace and back in and the feeling is amazing. Indescribable. He carries on this sensual torture and I wrap my hands around his neck and my lips find his again, our tongues torturing one another. He groans deep in his throat and his eyes close tightly, our foreheads pressing together as I let out a small moan, my eyes closing also as we feel one another. I feel a weird sensation, like a quickening in my legs and they stiffen and I quiver. I gasp and open my eyes to meet two large brown eyes staring into mine and I kiss him hard. Suddenly, I rip through my orgasm calling out his name and throwing my head back. It was... sensational. He slowly finds his release also and moans. The fact that I can turn him on so much and make him do this fills my mind with not only relief but pleasure.

I am wrapped in his arms, my naked chest to his naked chest and we curl up together in a tight cocoon, she sheet covering our naked bodies. I awake sleepily and realise that he has been watching me sleeping; and I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not.

"Morning, beautiful," he murmurs and I kiss him chastely. "Morning, what time is it? I need to get back to my room before my parents wake up," I mutter softly and he smiles, turning over to check his alarm clock. "It's five thirty in the morning. Do you want to go now?" he asks, his voice suddenly sounding professional as if we're about to start a mission. "I better. If Dad or Taylor find me in here..." I cannot finish the sentence. What would Dad do knowing that one of his best security guards had just slept with his only daughter? Hit the roof, Phoebe! For someone clever in the area of Economics you've got no idea about people's feelings. I frown and begin to get dressed, finding my panties and bra and putting them on swiftly. As I finish dressing I realise that Daniel is watching me intently with his arms behind his head, smiling sexily. I feel a sweet sensation seeing my man like this and I want to stay, but I can't. I can't. And it hurts to even think that. I dress and run over to him quickly, kissing him softly on the lips but before I know it I'm beneath him again, somewhere where I want to be but I know deep down I can't.

"Happy birthday," he whispers and I giggle, kissing him again.

"I never asked, how old are you?" I ask, realising suddenly that we hardly know anything about eachother. The thought leaves me worried. I normally get to know a guy before anything like this happens. Well, what would you know?! I gulp. "Twenty-two. Twenty-three in a month," he whispers, kissing me just under my ear.

"I need to go," I whisper and he stops, looming over me.

"I know. Come on," he whispers and he clambers off the bed still naked. He grabs a pair of pajama bottoms and slides them on quickly. I grab his hand and he leads me through the living room and to the door. He opens it slowly and peers around it seeing no one. He suddenly grabs me and pins me to the wall by his door and kisses me hard, wanting and needing me but having to let go.

"I'll see you later, Phoebe," he whispers, his eyes sparkling. "Off you go, get to bed before anyone catches you," he whispers and I kiss him in the corner of his mouth before hugging him tightly. I peer around the door and run through the corridor and into the kitchen which is pitch black, it's still dark outside. I clamber up the stairs and think to myself; If you get caught being up just say you went to get a drink. I smile as I reach my bedroom and I slowly close the door behind me. I run into bed and climb in, wrapping the sheets around me and wishing Daniel was beside me, keeping me warm. But soon enough, I fall into a deep sleep, my limbs aching from the night before and I dream of Daniel and me.