Ahhh sorry again for the wait, I know I'm bloody useless
Oh and keep your pants on you horny buggers, just wait another chapter *wink wink*
Right, on with the show
Saturday 5th May 2012
5.30pm
Oh goddy god god, today's the day. I'm so bloody nervy; I'll probably fall over or doing something equally ridiculous to humiliate myself in front of all of Dave's work colleagues.
Vanderba.
Not.
One minute later
No I joke of course, it will be fine; Dave and I will have a larf at the posh people I'm sure.
One minute later
Gemma has been with Sebastian today and Jools with Matt, so Holly and Marissa came over and we watched Disney films all day long.
You know, as you do.
One minute later
They arrived early this morning and we started with Beauty and the Beast, then Tarzan, Bolt, Robin Hood, Aladdin, and now Tangled; which is personally my favourite.
Rapunzel is just awesome, I mean look at the shit she can do with that hair and its Disney so she doesn't have to worry about getting split ends or it getting muddy after dragging it around on the floor all day.
God I love Disney, sometimes I wish I could live in a Disney film, not as a useless character like Cinderella or bloody Wendy, but as like Jasmine, or Belle, or Rapunzel or whatshername from the one with the frog. They are brilliant ones, you just prance about and sing all day and occasionally kiss a guy in the woods and stuff.
And I'm strangely attracted to Flynn from Tangled; he's really hot…for an animation.
One minute later
Oh good lord now I'm attracted to animated characters, I must not voice this out loud.
One minute later
"Flynn's really hot."
Holly and Marissa looked at me for a moment and then back to the screen. "I guess." Holly shrugged.
But Marissa kept on looking at me. "Gee, when's the last time you had sex?"
"What?"
She braised her eyebrows at me and waited for an answer. Holly was looking now too.
"Um, a while I suppose."
"How long is a while?"
"A couple of months…with Aaron."
"You haven't had sorbet sex yet?" Holly asked.
"Excuse me?"
Marissa rolled her eyes and huffed. "Sorbet sex, you know, to clean the pallet after a serious relationship, get you ready for…well, whatever you want next."
"I had to have a LOT of sorbet sex after Elijah." Holly said ponderingly.
I laughed, "Well I'm fine, I don't need…sorbet sex, or whatever. Now shush, this is the good bit."
"Whatever you say." Marissa said airily.
One minute later
Oh god she's got me all worried now; maybe I do need some pallet cleaning sex. Maybe Dave?
No, definitely not Dave. I couldn't use him like that; sex with Dave could never be meaningless.
Besides, we're just friends; sex is strictly off the table.
It is very good with Dave though, very, very good. And he's a lot older now; and more experienced probably.
One minute later
Oh bloody Lord Sandra's pants! Stop thinking about sex with Dave!
Ten minutes later
The film's finished, I cried.
I know, I'm sad and tragic, but I don't care, it's a sad moment, with all the music and stuff when he dies.
Two minutes later
Anyhoo, I must get on with my life.
I had a shower during Aladdin and have painted my nails, applied moisturiser and had my hair in rollers all through Tangled.
One minute later
Dave is picking me up at 6.30pm which means I have half an hour to finish getting ready.
Bloody Nora, I'd better hurry up.
Damn Flynn/Eugene, whatever his name for distracting me with his yummy animationess.
One minute later
Yep, I'm definitely losing it.
Five minutes later
Body checked for orang-utan gene, check.
Re-moisturised, checkio.
Holly is doing my hair all fancy and posh, because she's good at that shit.
Ten minutes later
Wow and bloody wow.
My hair looks amazing, Holly is a freaking genius!
"Holly you're a genius!"
"I know." She shrugged with a grin.
She had twisted and plaited my hair back and pinned it at the back of my head, with loose curling strands framing my face.
"Wow Gee, you look incredible!" Marissa squeaked when she came into the room.
"Of course I do, I am le sex kitty."
"I bet you are." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
One minute later
I decided to get into the dress before I do my make-up to avoid smudging it and what not.
Marissa and Holly helped me into it; it's not too tight like that last one of Jools' which felt like I was constantly receiving the Heimlich from a Hungarian wrestler. But it's quite heavy and they're helping me lift it over my hair do.
Two minutes later
Oohh gods I love this dress!
It feels like it was made for me, I feel like an actual 21st century princess. Who needs Disney when I can feel like this? Now I just need my Prince to turn up.
But not yet; I still have to do my make-up.
One minute later
Right then, make-up time.
Liquid foundation, concealer, black eyeliner, some smoky eye shadow, eyebrow pencil (not so much that I look like a tramp, just enough to define them), highlights, mascara, powder foundation, blush and red lippy with a touch of gloss.
One minute later
I put my phone, a little money, front door key, emergency make-up (concealer, mascara, lippy and gloss) and my perfume into my red clutch, pulled on my black heels and looked in the mirror.
Wow, I actually look quite elegant and sophis. Look at me; all grown up.
I deffo won't be doing any twisting in this dress.
Now that I'm wearing heels, the hem touches the floor but doesn't trail, but the material hangs closely to my body. So yeah, twisting is definitely out of the question
One minute later
I went out to show the girls.
"Ooooohhh Gee you look gorgeous sweetie!" Holly squealed.
"You're totally a sex bomb darling." Marissa grinned. "Dave won't know what hit him."
The door buzzer rang. I took a shaky breath, "Well I guess I'm about to find out."
I crossed over to the door.
"God luck sweetie."
"Have fun." Marissa winked.
I grinned at them before leaving them to continue watching The Jungle Book.
Two minutes later
Dave face when he saw me was enough to make me absurdly giddy with happiness and incredibly turned on at the same time.
He looked bloody gorgeous of course, with a tux and bow tie, my very own James Bond. Wait, does that make me a bond girl? Oh bloody hell…
Five minutes later
We were going to the Ball in a sleek black car; we had a driver and everything. So Dave and I sat in the back, already gossiping and laughing about what to expect from tonight. He was warning me about his boss who got a little touchy feely when he'd had a drink.
"You know that from personal experience do you?" I smirked at him.
"Now, now Georgia, it's still early; try to keep your dirty thoughts to a minimum." He mock-scolded me with a grin. "And of course; no one can resist the hornmeister."
"You're still the hornmeister then?"
"Oh Kittykat, 'til the day I die."
Half an hour later
When we arrived, Dave got out first and then offered me his hand.
Jools and Gem had made me practice this the other day; getting out of a car wearing a dress elegantly, it's not as easy as it sounds.
I have to shuffle to the edge of the seat, the swivel round to put my feet out on the ground, and then take Dave's hand and duck out of the car without smacking my head on the door frame.
The fact that I managed all of that without hitting something, I think, is quite impressive.
Five minutes later
Wow.
And bloody, flipping wow, and a half.
This place is amazing. It's huge, for one thing, with massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and waiters buzzing about with trays of champagne flutes.
"This is for charity?" I asked Dave doubtfully.
He hooked one side of his mouth up. "It does actually raise money for a local kid's charity to make them feel better about themselves. It's really an excuse to dress up and show off how much money they've all got."
"They?"
He looked at me quizzically.
"You're not included in all of that?" I explained.
He grinned, "Well I do like to dress up. It's my favourite thing in the whole wide world."
"Oh I can picture it now; you wearing a pretty pink dress, your hair all plaited." I teased.
"You should see the photos from Tom's stag do." He muttered.
"What?"
Ten minutes later
Good Lord Sandra and his lederhosen, Dave's bosses and people are dull.
And annoying.
The baldy one Dave had pointed out as his 'touchy feely boss' kept ogling at me, I clung to Dave's arm, hoping he would get some sort of hint, but he didn't; he just kept leering, like a leery thing. When Dave introduced us, he kissed me on the cheek and actually patted my bottom, I felt like smacking him.
I shuddered when he finally buggered off, causing Dave to laugh beside me.
Twenty minutes later
We stood around talking to people for a while, I was introduced to a LOT of people, Dave would murmur something about them in my ear before we approached each person.
I swear he was doing it just to get me in trouble, because I just wanted to burst out laughing most of the time.
"That's Patricia," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "Complete and utter bloody cow, but she's in charge of my whole department while I'm over here. She'll give you anything you want if you flirt a little."
I didn't have time to respond as the forty-something woman tottered over to us in a horrible turquoise dress suit and black hair pinned up into a tight bun.
"Patricia." Dave greeted her warmly. Uh oh, here comes the Dave charm.
"David," she nodded; her mouth a thin line. "And who's this." She turned her beady eyes on me.
"This is Georgia, a friend from home."
"Oh, you're visiting with David?"
"No, I live here actually." I was feeling a little defensive because of her sharp tone.
"And what is it that you do for a living?"
Okay, now feeling very defensive. "I'm photographer." I tried to make my voice pleasant.
"Oh," She looked like I'd just told her I was a stripper. "Well that's nice dear."
"Yeah, it means I can get outside all the time." I said, making my voice upbeat. "I hate being stuck behind a desk all day; I think it would make me very bitter. Oh, not that you are!" I exclaimed, pretending to realise my mistake. "Not at all."
She looked like she was about to poo.
Two minute later
Patricia finally scuttled off after Dave had complemented her on her terrible suit, which had pleased her some and seemed to make her forget about me. She did, however, shoot me a vicious glare before she left.
"Oh god Dave, I'm so sorry! It just came out, like…word vomit. I really shouldn't be allowed out in public."
"Are you kidding Gee?" I looked over at him to see him trying to supress his laughter. "Did you see her face? I've wanted to make her look like that since my first day at work!"
I raised my eyebrows at him. "You're not mad at me?"
He snorted, "Hardly Gee, I'm so glad I asked you to come; I knew you would make this more entertaining." He grinned and kissed me.
Yep, I mean on the lips, in front of bloody everyone. It was a short one, but intense, and enough to make my knees go a little jelloid. He pulled back and looked at me intensely; I could feel my cheeks getting hot.
He grinned wickedly, "You okay Gee?"
"Uh huh."
"Still overwhelmed my overwhelming sexiness?"
"Oh shut up." I smacked him lightly on the arm.
He laughed, but then suddenly turned a little pale and gulped. "Oh gods." He whimpered.
"What is it?" I turned around to follow his gaze.
"You see that tall guy with the dark hair? With the blonde woman." I spotted who he was indicating and nodded. "Well that's the CEO of the entire company and his wife."
"Blimey."
"Yeah. And they're coming over here, great."
I watched as the couple approached us. The guy looked into his fifties, but doing well for it; his dark hair was greying a little, but he looked well-built and had a strong jawline with bright intense blue eyes. The woman looked a few years younger than him and was wearing an elegant navy blue dress, her pale blonde hair pulled into a high bun.
Dave was practically shaking next to me, I took his arm and squeezed it reassuringly; he relaxed a little.
"Mr Peterson, it's a pleasure to meet you." Dave greeted politely when they arrived in front of us. "And Mrs Peterson, you look beautiful."
The woman smiled in response and Mr Peterson held out his hand, "David isn't it?"
Dave shook it, "Yes, and this is Georgia." He gestured to me.
I smiled (closed mouth; no need to scare them off with my nose) and shook his outstretched hand.
"It's a pleasure Georgia." He nodded politely to me and then turned back to Dave. "I hear you've been doing some excellent work at the office over here."
"Thank you sir."
"We may have to talk about a more permanent position." He smiled warmly, but his mouthed twitched, as if he found something amusing.
"Thank you sir." Dave sounded almost star-struck.
"Well, we'll see how things go for you. I should get back to circulating. It was a pleasure to meet you young lady." He nodded to me and I smile back.
"And you sir."
They left, leaving Dave staring at the empty space where the CEO and his wife had been standing.
"Dave?"
No response.
"Um Dave, I hate to tell you this, but you have lipstick on."
Five minutes later
"I can't believe you didn't tell me Gee! He's the bloody CEO, and he saw me wearing lipstick!" Dave hissed as we stood in the corner, observing the mass of people chattering away. He had removed said substance from his lips, but was still fretting about it.
"It could be worse; he could have seen you in that pink dress." I was trying not to laugh.
He glared at me, "Not funny Gee."
"Oh Dave stop being so melodramatic! So you had a bit of lipstick on, he's hardly going to fire you for it! If anything, I think it made him like you more."
He let out a small laugh. "What? You think he's attracted to me? I really do need to learn how to turn off my irresistible sex-appeal."
"Uh huh." I said dryly.
Five minutes later
We're finally sat down to eat, thank god; I'm bloody starving, I haven't eaten anything all day.
First course: soup or caviar.
I went for the soup; I have no interest in eating fish eggs thank you very much.
One minute later
Dave and I are sat at a table with six other people. Unfortunately, one of them is Greg and despite the fact that he has a very pretty date with him, he keeps looking over at me and trying to make me go jelloid knickers. But I'm immune to his attempts, and each time he does this I lean over to Dave and say something in his ear, or take his hand or just smile at him. Unfortunately none of this seems to have put Greg off in the slightest.
Twenty minutes later
We're half way through the main meal (I played it safe with a risotto, no need to attempt the lobster and humiliate myself). I'm eating with one hand and my other is on Dave's thigh under the table.
Yes, I know; very rudey dudey. Do try to control yourselves children.
But seriously, he keeps twitching every now and then and glancing at me with a smug look on his face.
One minute later
He's busy chatting away to the guy next to him, Marcus, I think. Anyway, from the slight bit of eve's dropping I've been doing, Dave and Marcus are talking about extending one part of the business, working for themselves and what not. It got a bit businessy and boringy, so I turned to talk to the person sitting to my right. A twenty-something year old woman in a green cocktail dress.
"So you're a friend of Dave's then?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm Georgia."
She held out her hand. "Myla."
I shook it. "You work with Dave?"
"I work in his office yeah. You make a gorgeous couple by the way." She added.
"Oh, well we…I mean we were, but now we just…friends sort of thing." Oh bloody hell, I sound like Ellen, the end is nigh.
The woman smiled at me. "So it's…complicated huh?"
"You could say that."
An hour later
It turns out that Myla is absolutely bloody hilarious, we've just been chatting away all night, about Dave and all the people she works with. When I mentioned Naomi, the woman who had been with Dave when I bumped into him at Starbucks, she went into full rant mode. According to Myla, Naomi runs the office next to Dave's and is a complete cow, she was working 'very closely' with Dave when he first arrived, but then another new guy showed up a couple of weeks back and she's been all over him since.
"So a bit of a slut then?" I asked.
Myla almost choked on her Crème Brule. "You could say that." She laughed when she recovered herself.
Five minutes later
Dave reappeared at my elbow after disappearing for twenty minutes, he was grinning like a cat.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked when he sat down.
"I've just been talking to Phil—"
"Phil?"
"Mr Peterson, the CEO." He explained
"Ooh first name basis. Be careful Dave; he's probably just out to steal your virtue, a pretty girl like you."
He looked at me like I had gone mad. "I'll have you know I'm far from a little girl Gee, and we both know that you stole my virtue a long time ago." He grinned.
"Whatever, just get back to your story, what did Phil say to you?"
"Well Marcus and I ran our idea by him and he's actually really interested. He said it would expand the company and bring in a lot of profit, he said he would be behind us one hundred percent. Although not literally."
"That's great!" I said, ignoring his rudey-dudey suggestion. "Wow Dave, this is so exciting!"
"Thanks Gee. But it's still just an idea; we're going to set up a meeting sometime next week to talk about it properly."
"I'm so happy for you." I grinned.
He smiled back, looking happy as a cat in heat. Wait, is that the right expression? I'm not sure it is.
Ahh well, who cares?
"Would you like to dance Miss Georgia?" Dave asked me suddenly, standing up and holding his hand out to me.
Oh god. I looked over to where people were dancing; I mean proper ballroom dancing, waltzing and whatnot.
"I'll fall over." I said.
He laughed a little. "I'll catch you, I promise."
I looked up into those gorgeous eyes and found myself taking his hand and being pulled towards the dance floor.
Five minutes later
Okay, I'm not too shabby at this. I may have stood on Dave's feet more than once and nearly tripped a couple of times. But Dave was always there to catch me, just like he said. He is an extraordinarily good dancer.
"Bloody Nora Dave, where did you learn to dance like this?"
He grinned. "My dear Mutti made me take lessons."
"Why?"
He looked away from my face, looking a bit uncomfortable.
Then he snorted, "You know my Mutti; she's mad as a box of hats, something about a 'gentleman should know how to dance properly'." He rolled his eyes.
I smiled at him. "Well, I'm glad she made you take the classes. This is nice."
"Mmm." He agreed and pulled me closer against him.
One minute later
So the night was going perfectly, little did I know that disaster was around the flipping corner. It always bloody is with me…
When I was writing this, I was like 'to cliffy or not to cliffy?' because this chapter is pretty long already and there's more to happen at the ball. I honestly don't know how my chapters end up this long, one minute I'm on 300 words and the next thing I know it's over 2000. I guess I'm just easily distracted.
Sorry about all the Disney stuff, but I luuurvve the Disney :) Let me know what your favs are, mine is Tangled (in case you didn't notice)
Right, I'm off, I promise the next chapter will be up soonish, I just have to, erm, write it first.
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