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excitedly.
    ‘Ah here you are Quinn! Roger’s phoned, again ! Was concerned you weren’t back at the hotel. I am your personal escort and the car is waiting. Let’s not dilly - dally,’ Michael spoke, opening the door to the function room.
    ‘I was just talking to Miss Fraser about the catering. I wanted her to tell me what her secret is,’ Quinn said his eyes locking with hers.
    ‘That is completely unethical! I hope he wasn’t trying too hard with the charm offensive. He’s such a naughty boy! Anyhow, we will find out the extent of George’s talents over the next few nights. She’s catering all the after-shows here. If you approve of course,’ Michael spoke.
    ‘Oh I approve, wholeheartedly. In fact I can’t wait,’ Quinn answered, smiling at her.
    George had been struck dumb by his kiss. She was unable to speak or move or even breathe. She just kept looking at him, unable to believe what had just happened between them. Perhaps she was out of touch, maybe this was what happened to all caterers when they provided food for a rock star’s after-show party. Maybe it was after-show party etiquette.
    ‘Right, so, tally forth Quinn! It’s another big day tomorrow. See you tomorrow night George, don’t forget a foray of lamb,’ Michael spoke, smacking his lips together.
    ‘See you tomorrow,’ Quinn said the satisfied smile still lingering on his mouth.
    ‘Goodnight,’ George managed to reply stiffly.
    And with Michael leading the way they were gone.
    As soon as the door swung closed and she could hear them making their way up the corridor, she let out a long, slow breath. What the Hell had just happened? She turned and caught sight of her reflection in the window. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were sparkling; for a second she didn’t look exhausted.
    Subconsciously she put her hand to the ring on the chain around her neck and held it in her fingers. She felt giddy and excited. She almost felt like a teenager again.
     
     
    He was still shaking when he got to the car. He sat down on the white leather seats of the limousine and stared at his trembling fingers.
    ‘A marvellous party tonight, marvellous! The catering was a delight don’t you think?’ Michael said, joining him on the back seat.
    ‘Yeah,’ he answered, coupling his hands together and having no idea what to do with them.
    ‘I never thought I’d be saying that in Basingstoke. Life is full of little surprises,’ Michael said with a titter.
    ‘Yeah, it is,’ Quinn agreed.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Four
     
    It was almost 9.00am when George got to her parents’ house the next morning. She’d got in from the Hexagon at just before 4.00am but hadn’t been able to sleep. She’d been on a high, completely wired. She had still been able to feel Quinn’s lips on hers and it bothered her. It bothered her because it had been reckless behaviour, behaviour that was no longer in her make up. It also bothered her because she’d enjoyed it so much. He had kissed her and she had been powerless to stop him. She hadn’t wanted to stop him. She’d been out of control for the first time in a long time and that worried her too. That was the person she used to be, not the George she was now. That George had been boxed up and put away long ago.
    She stood outside her parents’ house, looking at the twee net curtains in the window, the perfect borders edging the beds filled with rose bushes and winter pansies. She approached the door, acknowledging the welcome doormat and the bell that chimed ‘Greensleeves’ and the ‘ William Tell Overture’ on alternate days. She paused, her hand hovering over the button. She didn’t want to go in. She wanted to just get in the van and get back to work. She was busy, they had Archie’s party and then she had to produce something amazing with lamb for Quinn Blake’s after-show. She had received a voicemail from Michael earlier agreeing two thousand pounds for each show. She would be able to afford a