Chapter 9

At first, it was almost like a dirty little secret to them both.

Thanks to Jamie's work routine, Georgie found that going behind his back was a lot easier than she first imagined. Less sneaking around, more leading a double life.

Each week she would send Elvis a photo of her roster and he would reply within an hour or so with an appropriate day and time. All Georgie had to do was casually slip her plans into conversation with Jamie, often over an evening meal. It was that simple.

A regular, every day routine. Sat opposite one another at the kitchen table. It was almost as if they lived on auto pilot sometimes. Home, food, small talk, then get on with work and house jobs. It was normal, it was safe.

Georgie quickly read her message from Elvis again just to be sure that she got the time right, then locked her phone and pushed it to one side.

"…So, have you got any late nights this week?"

Jamie looked up from his plate, eyes narrowing as he thought about her question.

"I'm travelling to Liverpool on Thursday for a conference. I'll be back on Friday though. Why do you ask? Do we have weekend plans?"

Georgie shrugged, chewing on a fingernail hoping she looked thoughtful,

"I'm just thinking I might see Molly at some point this week. I don't want it to double book one of our evenings."

Jamie waved his fork and nodded happily,

"Go for it, Georgie. You don't see your friends often enough. Which one is Molly again?"

Georgie tried not to let herself scowl in annoyance. He had met Molly several times. She always made sure to introduce Jamie to her good friends and they didn't get any closer than Molly.

Georgie had lost count of the amount of medical events she had been dragged along to by Jamie and she had always made every effort to at least pretend to get to know his work colleagues. But obviously, they were more important than her friends.

"I work with Molly at the hospital. We trained together?" She responded through gritted teeth, trying her best not to sound as pissed off as she felt.

Finishing the last of his dinner, Jamie nodded and placed his knife and fork down on his plate. He sat back in his chair and shrugging his shoulders a little.

Georgie took this wordless reply as the go ahead.

She waited until Jamie had gotten up from the table so that she could grab her phone and tap in a reply to Elvis, or Ariya as the code name on her phone suggested. Her hand shook in a mixture of anticipation and excitement as she did so.

Georgie See you on Thursday 6pm? X

Her phone buzzed in reply almost instantly. The idea of a potential planned meet up between them was clearly as a matter of urgency to Elvis as much as her. It had been quite a while since they had last seen one another for one reason or another. Stolen phone calls and coded messages were not exactly the epitome of fun. It did nothing for Georgie's nerves either.

Ariya Perfect. Usual place for drinks? X

Georgie's thumbs moved rapidly over the keypad in response.

Georgie Yes. I can't wait to see you. It's been ages…xx

Ariya Babe …You have no idea xxx

Georgie locked her phone quickly and placing it in her back pocket she stood up to busy herself at the sink. She lowered her head, allowing her hair to hide the rising blush on her face as the final message echoed in her head.

The suggestion behind Elvis' words, 'you have no idea' reflected Georgie's own feelings of longing to be with him again, in his company, better still, in his arms…

Georgie was snapped back to reality as her fingers, wet from the soapy water, fumbled with a wine glass and it knocked against the side of the sink with a 'clink' that reverberated around the kitchen.

"Careful with those George. They don't come cheap, you know?"

Georgie didn't respond to Jamie's whingeing. Her mind was preoccupied, full of thoughts about somebody else and what they might get up to when they see each other next.

-OG -

On Thursday, just a little before 6 o'clock Georgie pulled up outside the Crowne Plaza hotel in Newbury. Prior to their meet ups, they always had a phone call during Georgie's work lunch break to decide where they would meet.

It was always a budget hotel, they weren't made of money and there was less risk of ever bumping into Jamie on a conference. He only ever stayed in high-end hotels as it was all expenses paid and Georgie made sure it was in a completely different location to where Jamie would be.

They also chose places outside of London but obviously within a reasonable distance.

Georgie and Elvis had managed to meet up in this way at least four times since the affair had started, once every fortnight normally. However, this had been the longest time and didn't they both know it.

Georgie grabbed her overnight bag and practically skipped through the hotel front door and glanced around the foyer, her keen eyes searching for Elvis who was always punctual.

She found him stood at the Reception desk, checking into their room. Georgie stood back for a moment, admiring him from afar, then approached the desk and stood next to Elvis. She gave him a little smile in greeting bumping him gently with her shoulder. Elvis looked down and smiled at her in return.

The blonde Receptionist behind the counter slid the key across the counter and gave them both nod,

"Check out is at 10 o'clock tomorrow. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you." They both echoed in response as Elvis grabbed the keys and with his hand in the small of Georgie's back, he led her to the lift.

They stepped through the lift doors. Georgie backed up against the back wall, her eyes never leaving Elvis, who stepped in after her and pressed the button for the third floor.

A silence settled between them as the lift jerked into action.

Georgie's heart beat erratically in her chest as she stood and stared at him. The atmosphere between them was positively electrifying.

It was something that Georgie enjoyed the most. The unpredictability of it all.

The build-up to meeting up with Elvis always made her feel anxious in the best way possible. He somehow made her feel completely at his mercy by doing absolutely nothing at all, leaving her wanting more and never knowing in which direction they were heading next.

This was definitely one of those occasions. He didn't speak a word.

Elvis simply took a step towards Georgie so that they were toe to toe. His eyes never left Georgie's as his fingers ran up and down, stroking her bare arms, stopping only to lace his fingers with hers.

"Hi…" Elvis finally murmured, almost laughing as Georgie barely responded with a little nod.

The lift 'pinged' and the doors shuddered open again on the third floor, here the room was waiting for them.

The noise almost jolted Georgie to her sense. She mentally shook herself awake and exited the lift, tugging Elvis by the hand to follow her.

"What room are we?"

"311" Elvis answered, trying not to stumble after Georgie, obviously noting the sudden change in gear from her.

She had had enough of waiting, she thought, she needed him now.

Stopping outside the room, Georgie leaned against the door and held her hand out to Elvis.

"Key, please."

It was funny, she felt confident now. All it took was some contact between her and Elvis, that moment in the lift. The smallest of gestures and it was if the ice had broken.

Once the key card was handed over, it took Georgie in no time to unlock the door and drag Elvis in after her.

No time to switch on a light. The curtains were half drawn, allowing a sliver of the afternoon sun to shine in and light up a small part of the room.

Georgie, keen to waste no time now, grasped Elvis' tshirt and pulled him towards her.

A sigh escaped her lips as their mouths made contact. No teasing now. Rough, deep kisses. Fingers running through Elvis' hair, Elvis' hand at the back of Georgie's neck, ensuring that they never broke contact.

Georgie nudged Elvis backwards until he fell onto the bed lightly. She climbed on top, legs straddling either side of him. They pulled apart long enough for Georgie to reach for the hem of Elvis' tshirt and pull it over his head.

She sat back and ran her fingers down his chest, his torso and finally stopped at the top of his jeans.

"Are you okay?" Elvis asked, seeing a look of uncertainty across Georgie's face. Then she nodded reassuringly.

"I just…didn't realise how much I needed this…you…until now." She admitted, pushing the Jamie guilt to the very back of her mind. She made up her mind to be in this 'moment', right now.

Georgie yelped as Elvis suddenly flipped her over so that he was now pinning her to the bed. He gently placed Georgie's arms above her head, indicating that he wanted full control of her body.

He leaned close and kissed her deeply, Georgie almost holding her breath as he teased with the edge of the top she was wearing.

"You're so beautiful Georgie." Elvis declared huskily before beginning a trail of butterfly kisses across her collar bone and heading lower down her body.

Hello everyone, long time no speak. It's been busy yet again, I refuse to give up on this fiction though, especially as the new series has begun.

What I hope I can do instead is post less but write longer chapters as a compromise. Hopefully the next chapter will not take as long to update. Thank you for sticking around, reading and reviewing. Enjoy, Lauren x