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six times. The stylist insists on different looks for each set of clothes, which is fine, except Nicole has only so far worn one set. I start to change Nicole’s look per the stylist’s instruction when my phone rings.
     
    “Two seconds...” I yell, grabbing my phone and walking away from everyone.
     
    “I thought you were going to call me?” Doug sounds irritated. 
     
    “What, no Hello, how are you?” I scold. “I’ve been busy.” 
     
    “Too busy to let me know where we will be tonight?” he asks.
     
    “Maybe it slipped my mind.... You could have called me you know.” I remind him 
     
    “Sophie, what exactly am I doing now?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
     
    “Okay smart arse, I meant earlier, before you got your grumpy on.” 
     
    “Got my grumpy on? Where do you get these saying from?” he laughs.
     
    “I just pick them out of the air, no book or anything.” I smile to myself. 
     
    “Sophie, we need you!” Nicole yells.
     
    “One minute.” I rub my eyes, rolling my neck from side to side. 
     
    “Where shall I meet you?” Doug asks “Mine or yours?” 
     
    “I’ll come over to yours. I really want a soak in your tub.” I groan just thinking about it.
     
    “Mine it is, I’ll grab something for dinner, any requests?” he sounds amused. 
     
    “Right now, I don’t even care, as long as I can soak in that tub of yours and have a foot rub, my feel are killing me today.”
     
    “I’ll see what I can do.” 
     
    “See you later.” I hang up, looking at the clock, 5.15pm already? 
     
    “SOPHIE!”
     
    “I’m coming!”
    We are another two hours before we’re okay to leave, and half the photos haven’t been taken.
     
    “We’ll reschedule for next week okay Sophie, I’ll call you.” Lynn the stylist tells me, before grabbing the rack of clothes and leaving.
     
    “Sure!” I shout, pretty sure she didn’t even hear me. 
     
    “I’m going too guys, have a good weekend.” I say kissing Nicole and Joe the photographer on the cheek.
     
    “It’s only Thursday Sophie, we gotta whole day left before the weekend.” Nicole huffs.
     
    “Not for me, I’ve got tomorrow off, my weekend starts now!” I shoot them my Cheshire cat smile and sashay out the door.
     
    Knowing I have tomorrow free made my late work day a little better, Doug had no idea I wasn’t working tomorrow and I planned to keep it that way. Traffic getting to Doug’s was a nightmare and I was knocking on the door just as my watch ticked over to 9.00pm. 
     
    “You’re late.” I’m pulled into the apartment as soon as the door opens, Doug kicks it closed and I’m pushed up against the it. His mouth is on mine, his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs and I’m being lifted up.
     
    “Doug, slow down!” I’m clinging to him to balance myself. He lifts my arms, raising them above my head.
     
    “Keep them up there!” he growls at me, nipping my earlobe. 
     
    “Okay..” I splutter.
     
    His lips travel down my throat while the broad, emotive sweep of Thom Yorke's voice fills the room. His hands find the bottom of my top and pull, tugging it out of my jeans. Roughly, he pulls it up and over my head, throwing it over his shoulder. His carnal need awakens something in me and I thrust my hands in front of me, hoping his grip on me is strong enough that I don’t fall, and rip the buttons open from his shirt, sending them scattering over the floor.
     
    “I hope this isn’t a favourite.” I smile against his mouth, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. 
     
    “Not anymore.” he smiles back thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I can feel him, right where I need him, hot and wanting. 
     
    “Put me down.” I plead.
     
    “No, why?” he looks at me quizzically.
     
    “I need to take off my jeans and you need those trousers gone.”
     
    He lowers me, forcefully onto the floor and his hands fly to his belt, within seconds, he is naked and standing in front of me.