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of The Lonely Lovers. After all, it wouldn’t do to get mad at the band’s leader, now, would it? I agree with everything he tells me - at least verbally. I have got to get off this phone! Finally, he bids me goodbye and I end the call. It’s a measure of my upset that I set my phone down with more force than is necessary. Muttering under my breath, I whisper the swear words I daren’t say to him. “If he thinks I need some damned reminder, he’s either thicker than I give him credit for or he’s seen more than I wanted him to see! Damn him!”

    Of course, now that Marcus is truly “forbidden territory,” he’s even more irresistible! I decide to wear myself out every night with some hot-and-heavy sessions. That night, I shower and think hot, steamy thoughts. That’s not forbidden, is it? Who cares who I finger myself to? As I dry off and lotion my skin, my mind runs riot with images of Marcus and I kissing and more.
    In my room, I clothe myself in my pajamas. Spring or not, the nights still get cold in dreary London. My eyes close and I begin to think of Marcus - with me, sitting in my front room. He’s kissing me and running his large hands all over me. Soon I am hot, bothered and throbbing and I bring myself off. Two or three more times before I’m satisfied.
    Truth is, my whole life I’ve had several guys interested in me. When I was in school, I dated a fair bit. I’m not too bad-looking. I have brown hair with purple highlights dyed in. I have large, deep brown eyes and I’m what you’d call petite. I’ve liked guys before and I’ve always wondered if a serious relationship would form. But either they weren’t in a position to get into a relationship, or I wasn’t in a position to commit to a relationship. When I hear about them from mutual friends, I’m grateful. But I knew from a very young age that music was going to be my life, so I have little patience for anyone who’s not worth my time. I’d just as soon be a singlet. Of course, when I meet the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life, I’ll figure that out. I’ve never been a “love ‘em or leave ‘em” type of girl. Once I get to know someone - if he has the qualities and beliefs I’m looking for - I’ll know if it’s okay to give him that most special gift.

    Still, time rolls on and finally, we’re on the road again. Nigel Bosley, our manager, listened to our practice CD and agreed that Laslow is ready to be introduced to our fans, so we are putting on concerts in three towns here in Great Britain. Before the first gig, Laslow is understandably nervous - he runs to the men’s loo to lose his stomach before we start. I make a cup of hot ginger tea for him and it settles him right down. When we get onto the stage, we’re all nervous and keyed up. We want this concert series to be a success - for me, it’s a matter of proving Gemma wrong.
    It goes perfectly.
    After the first concert, we’re wired up. We stop at a pub that’s still open and wind down with several pints. I become tipsy and Marcus offers to drive me home. It’s a cold night out, so the night air helps me get sobered up pretty fast. By the time Marcus arrives at his flat, I’m back to normal. Still, he invites me in for some coffee before he takes me home.
    “Sure, thanks. I know Tim’s going to want to go through every second of our concert and critique everything. I need to have a sober head for that,” I tell him.
    Inside, he makes the coffee, as I sit in his living room. My heart is hammering so heavily that I’m sure he can hear it. I force myself to appear perfectly calm as he puts cups, spoons, creamer and sugar on a tray. The coffee finishes dripping and he brings the carafe to the living room table and pours both of our cups. After we flavor it to our liking, we sit back, sipping and chatting.
    Marcus’ hand lands on the back of his couch, very near my head. After I finish a sip of my coffee, he begins running his hand through my hair. I