Chapter 5

The bright light seeped through the curtains. Rita's eyes peeled open. She took a moment to take in the foreign surroundings. The crisp, light blue sheets pressed against her body; the faint smell of aftershave. She turned her head and noticed the man next to her. At first she was surprised but then she recognised him. Rocker.

She felt her stomach drop as the memories of last night came rushing back to her. Well if there was one thing about Rocker - or Scott being his real name – he was very good and really interesting, to say the least. She hadn't had an experience like that ever before, not even with Mark. Just the mention of his name made Rita's skin crawl.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a growl coming from the pit of her stomach. Looking around the room she could see clothes scattered everywhere. Wow, she thought to herself, we really couldn't wait. Carefully, she sat up from her position and leaned over the bed to reprise her top from the floor. Pulling it her over, she then proceeded to put the rest of her clothes on.

She tiptoed out of the room and then down the stairs in search of some food. She tried her best to keep quiet as she explored around downstairs. She was merely surprised at how clean and neat the place was. A glimpse of black tiles caught her eye and decided to follow it. Luckily, her instincts were correct and she had finally discovered the kitchen. Taking a sigh of relief she then started to search the cupboards for something she can eat.

"Hungry?" A gruff voice asked her. Rita jumped out of her skin at the handsome yet very topless man stood in the doorway. Her eyes traced his toned muscles; her cheeks flushed a light pink. She took a moment to collect herself.

"Sit down," he guided her to one of the stools by his breakfast table. "I'll make the breakfast."

Rita bit her lip and smiled to herself as this dark haired man pranced around the kitchen, showing off his culinary skills.

After a couple of minutes Rocker slid a full plate, but delicate plate of sausages, beans and toast in front of her.

"Tuck in," Rocker grinned, as he sat down next to her.

Rita chuckled before grabbing herself a fork and began eating.

De-lic-ious! That man can cook and there was no doubt about that. She gently placed her knife and fork on the plate and took a sip from her drink. She then looked up at him and beamed.

"That was beautiful, thank you," her eyes glanced up at the clock on the wall. Her smile dropped. "Shit! I'm going to be late." She jumped up off her seat and gathered up the rest of her stuff that was all over his house.

She was about to leave but stopped as she reached the door. She turned to face Rocker who had been cleaning up whilst she ran around, rushing so that she wouldn't be late.

"Thank you for last night. I've had lots of fun, and who knows? I might be up for it again," she winked.

Rocker shook his head, "I'm not making you breakfast every morning," he joked. "But a repeat sounds good."

He took Rita by the waist and pulled her close. He leaned in and placed his lips on hers. Rita's arms naturally fell into place around his neck. She smiled as the kiss became more passionate. She pulled away before things got too heated and then she would definitely be late for work.

"I'll see you later," she pecked his lips once more before heading out of the door.

"You would not believe the night I had," Rocker announced, sauntering into the station.

Iain looked up from his mop and just rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what – or rather who – he was on about. He had watched them walk away together and frankly, he did not want to know the gory details of what they got up to. Iain just shrugged his shoulder s and carried on cleaning the floor.

"That Rita is amazing! I'm telling you cupcake, you've missed out big time," he winked.

Iain snapped his head up; his face full of anger. "You what?" he spat.

"Don't lie to me mate, I seen how you were looking at her on my first day. But I'm warning you now, you get any ideas about eventually making a move just remember it's going to be me your dealing with and that bird of yours, Emily. I wouldn't want to mess with her either, all I'm saying," Rocker said sternly before leaving Iain to go to the locker room.

Iain breathed, he could feel the rage growing in him. With his right foot he kicked the bucket across the station; spilling water everywhere.

"Iain?" a caring, young voice called out.

He spun on his heel and was met with a brown-haired woman dressed in blue. Emily. He just shook his head and looked down at the floor.

"Not now," he replied, bending down to retrieve the mop from the floor.

"What's happened?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Something is clearly wrong, you can tell me Iain, I mean I am your girlfriend," Emily edged closer to him. She tried to place her hand on his shoulder but he forcefully pushed her off.

"I said not now!" he shouted.

Emily's face was full of hurt as she backed away and ran back to the ED in tears.

Iain sighed, realising he had made a big mistake. He buried his head in his hands as he tried to think of what to do next. Run after Emily and apologise for being an idiot or try and forget everything by throwing himself into his work?

He decided that his second option was his best bet.

A couple of hours later…

"Alright?" Rita asked Iain as she walked into the ambulance station.

"You looking for Rocker?" he answered shortly.

Rita was slightly taken aback, she chewed the inside of her cheek as she tried not to argue back. Blinking slowly, she nodded.

"Yeah, where is he?"

"He's in the locker room," he tilted his head towards the staff room.

Rita started to make her way towards Rocker as she seen him walking into the kitchen but stopped when she heard Iain calling her name.

"What?" she spun on her heel, a spark of anger ran through her voice.

"Just be careful," Iain said quietly so that nobody would hear them.

"Excuse me?" she scoffed, folding her arms and glaring up at him.

"Rocker," he paused. "I'd be careful if I were you. He might look sweet and lovely on the outside but I doubt he's the same on the inside," Iain stepped closer towards her.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because, I don't trust him Rita."

"You're jealous aren't you?" Rita ran her tongue along her teeth, which sent a shiver down Iain's spine.

"No!" he retorted. "I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all. And I'm telling you that as a friend. I care about you Rita and I can't bear to see you get hurt by someone like him."

"But, getting hurt by someone like you is perfectly fine?" Rita raised an eyebrow; the adrenaline already pumping around her body.

"That's not fair…"

"No, what isn't fair Iain, is you. You played me, made be believe that you were into me then you jumped on to the next woman to cross your path. You made me feel small, like I was worth nothing in the space of two days so please, excuse me if I sound rude but if you're allowed to have someone and be happy then I'm pretty sure I'm allowed too," Rita shouted.

"Fine, get hurt then, see what I care," Iain remarked before storming off outside.

Rita took a moment to relax herself. She could see Rocker in the corner of her eye. She turned and carried on into the kitchen.

"Everything okay?" Rocker asked as she came in.

"Yeah, good shift?" she replied, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"It was alright," he shrugged. "What did Iain want?"

"Oh, he was trying to warn me about you. Telling me that you were dangerous," she spoke, putting emphasis on the word 'dangerous.'

Rocker stopped what he was doing and faced Rita. He placed his arms around her waist and Rita responded by moving her arms to rest on his shoulders.

"And did you believe him?" he pondered.

"Of course not," she smiled. "He's just jealous because he's stuck with that Emily."

Rocker chuckled, and then leaned in to place his lips on Rita's. They pulled away as they hear the door clicking open.

"Well, that didn't take you long did it?" Dixie smirked.