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    ‘Don’t push it.’
    ‘I could just finish these before we go,’ Helen started , her hand dangerously close to making contact with a soiled platter.
    ‘Put the cloth down darlin’,’ Shirley said forcefully.
    ‘Adam, take the women home will you?’
    ‘I’ll drop them off and come back for you,’ Adam told her.
    ‘No, you go home and get some sleep too; you’ve had a busy enough day as it is. Don’t worry about the van, I’ll come round for it later,’ George told him.
    ‘OK, we’re out of here. See you later,’ Adam said, linking arms with Helen and Curly Shirley.
    ‘See you and thanks again. It was a really successful night,’ George said.
    ‘Come on girls, which nightclub we going to hit? Have you tried Strikers Shirley? They play some great retro Eighties stuff,’ Adam joked , making the women laugh and weakly protest.
    George waited for them to leave and then she hurried over to the fridge and swung open the door. She grabbed at an ice cold bottle of lager she had been coveting all night. She took the lid off it with a bottle opener, put it to her lips and took a long swig. She closed her eyes and let the cool, refreshing taste fill her throat. She so deserved this, she was totally wiped out, exhausted beyond belief.
     
    Quinn looked through the door at her. She was necking a bottle of beer like if she didn’t drink it there would be an apocalypse. Christ, he was nervous. His palms were sweating and he didn’t dare take a breath. He didn’t want her to hear him; he needed to be in control of this. But he wasn’t. The tightening of every muscle in his chest told him that. What was going on here? He could get sex anywhere he wanted, with anyone he wanted, why did he want her? He swallowed and then taking a deep breath he quietly opened the door.
     
     
    When she opened her eyes she almost leapt out of her skin as someone was standing in the kitchen right opposite her. It was all she could do to hold onto the bottle. It was Quinn Blake. How hadn’t she noticed someone enter?
    ‘Oh shit. I mean, sorry, excuse me. I didn’t think anyone was left up here. I was just finishing the clearing up,’ George spoke hurriedly, putting the bottle down on the side and picking up a dishcloth.
    ‘Do you mind?’ Quinn asked, reaching for the lager.
    George shook her head and waited to see what he was going to do.
    He circled the bottle in his hands and then put it to his mouth, taking a mouthful of liquid and swallowing it down. George watched him. The most simplistic movement, just drinking, and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She felt a flush run up her whole body as he took a second swig.
    ‘I thought everyone had gone,’ George repeated as Quinn put the bottle down and looked over to her.
    He was so hot, so perfect looking, so ruggedly beautiful, just the way a man should be. The kitchen was silent apart from the drip of the tap into the washing up bowl.
    ‘Everyone has gone,’ he replied, moving closer to her.
    ‘Then, what are you still doing here?’ George enquired her breathing quickening as he took up a position just inches away from her.
    She could smell him. His light fruit and musk aftershave, the heat off him, the scent of Fast Fret wax and guitar strings. It reminded her of her youth.
    ‘I’m looking for you,’ Quinn answered his eyes not leaving hers.
    Before George could react to what he’d said, he stepped forward and took her face in his strong hands. She could feel the intensity, his lips were on hers and she was backed up against the worktop, the pressure of his firm body on hers.
    She kissed him back, tasting the lager on his tongue, enjoying the way he was holding her so hard against the kitchen unit. She suddenly felt so completely out of control.
    And then she could hear voices heading their way. He pulled away, as quickly as he had grabbed her , returning to his position across the kitchen. It was seconds before Michael burst in, waving his hands