I refused to answer it. I sat on my bed, legs crossed and head whirling and trying to supress the anger that was boiling up inside me. How dare he do that? I head my door unlock and swarm of voices and clinking of heeled shoes ricocheted though my flat. I couldn't tell who it was- all the noise sounded the same. I didn't want to leave my room. I didn't want to see who it was because I didn't care who it was. I could see how this night was going to end: some strippers underwear strewn across my kitchen and spilt bottles of god knows what all over my floor and a dozen drunken bodies merging into one awful mess. No. I'd had enough. I couldn't do this right now. I stumbled off my bed and walked out to be hit by the smell of alcohol and strangers.
"Babe, where you going?" Ash sounded distant in the raucous that was my flat.
"Out" I yelled, looking for my coat.
"Why? The party's just getting started! Babe come back!"
I ignored him, and when I felt a hand grab my arm and turn me around, I was prepared to meet his eyes with a burning glare. But it wasn't Ashs' eyes I saw. It wasn't a pair of eyes I had ever seen in real life.
"Oh Ash you got a keeper!" the man who was holding me yelled out, and all at once it hit me. The stubble, the gravely voice, the slightly chubby physique… fuck.
"Damn it Ash, she's hot" another voice called out.
"Come on, stay a while, it'll be fun," the man said smiling at me. My heart, I was sure, had stopped beating in my chest and was now just floating somewhere in my rib cage. Actually, it was probably in my stomach, somewhere amongst the butterflies that were leaping around inside of me. I followed his lead, his hand still on my arm, and sat down next to him on my sofa.
"What do you want? Beer? Sambuca? Wine? Jager?"
"Erm, I'm not sure… anything?" I shrugged.
"Come on, live a little. Hey Ash! She wants a surprise drink!"
"I'll sort it!" he called from the kitchen.
And that's how a messy night with Danny Worsnop began.