You Got It Wrong - Part Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Five

Thanks for the feedback, I think everyone is right, this story may be lacking a little enthusiasm from me, and is slow coming. Will try for a few more chapters, hopefully get it back on track. I don't take constructive things personally, I rely on you guys to give me feedback. 

I think that I'm trying to make this story too big, and am struggling to keep all the story lines patent, if that makes sense? Over ambitious? Moi?!!! :)

                “Let’s go have fun.”

Nina opened her eyes and was relieved that he’d ended the kiss before it got out of hand. “Fun?”

He nodded, “all I really want is to drag you upstairs to any room and do unmentionable things to you...but the night is young. I have a babysitter I trust, I want us to go out. Dancing?”

She laughed, “dancing?”

Theo nodded, then shrugged, “or the movies...but I’d rather dance than make out in the back row...come on, let’s do it.”

With a nod of consent, she took the hand he offered and allowed him to drag her out into the night.

And an hour later she had no regrets. They were in a basement club, a dark room that buzzed from the thuds of the music to the glamorous and fairly exclusive clientele.

                “I had no idea this place existed,” she reached her mouth up to his ear and was rewarded with a smile.

                “Daniel likes places where he’s not recognised...or rather anonymous. And tonight it’s perfect.”

She glanced around, a lot of faces were familiar, but with the dark lighting it was hard to be sure. It was busy, busy enough that they were pressed against each other as they moved to the music but not that they couldn’t breathe.

                “I never saw you as a dancer Theo.”

Theo loved the sound of his name on her lips; she made it sound like a breath. A sigh...a moan. His libido was trying to dominate the evening, constantly reminding him that he had the most desirable woman draped in his arms, plastered against his body, and in the taxi on the way to the club she’d told him all the details of the room she had waiting at the hotel. But he wanted to do this, to show her that there was more to him than a sex depraved animal, he’d treated her so badly, judged her...he wanted to make her smile again. And she was as he swung her around.

                “I LOVE dancing, but it’s not overly PC for a man to say that these days.”

She smiled, “I think it’s incredibly sexy for a man to say that actually.”

It was his turn to smile, “god you are testing my every resolve today young lady.”

Was that an intentional deliberate rub of her pelvis into his? He couldn’t be sure, but he was never more tempted to swing her over his shoulder caveman style and march her out of the building. When he stared down into her eyes he knew that she was wanting that too, that she was pushing his every button.

He gave a little shake of his head before leading her to the bar and buying them both a drink.

Nina watched him as he got their drinks, he was confident, funny, everything about him was almost perfect, he’d hurt her more than anyone else had in years, but as he turned to smile at her, she realised that he’d given her so much too. She was happy with him, and was starting to look to the future. And that was good; being optimistic was a great thing.

                “What’s going on in that head of yours? Because THAT smile could undress a man at two hundred feet!”

She giggled, “but not the one at two foot?”

He groaned then lifted his eyes to the ceiling for a moment, “do you have any idea of how you are torturing me?”

She waited until his eyes met her again, then she reached out and ran a finger down his chest, abdomen to settle on the bulge below his waist, “I have a pretty good idea!” She stepped back and he gasped at her retreat, taking the vodka he’d just bought, she knocked it back in one go, then smiled, “I’m heading back to the hotel, not sure about you?”

He beat her to the door.

Nina stretched. The bed was SO comfy, but she didn’t know whether that was due to the bed, or the warm arms that surrounded her. She lifted her head from the pillow and looked down at the sleeping beside her. His eyes were closed, eyelashes fanning his cheeks, his full lips parted slightly and his chest rising and falling as he breathed. His body was perfection, she wanted to kiss and touch every inch of him. Unable to resist she flicked out her tongue and licked his nipple, it puckered under her touch and she could sense his breathing rate change. When she glanced up towards his face, his hooded eyes were watching her intently.

                “Don’t stop,” he breathed softly, “you were just getting started.”

She nodded, “I don’t intend to stop, not for a long time.”

But his baby sitter was only booked until nine am, and at half past eight he had to leave the hotel room. Nina dressed in just a robe saw him to the door.

                “When can I see you again?” she asked as he pulled on his suit jacket.

He rolled his eyes, not exposing Melody to his relationship with Nina was important, if it became serious...then that was different. “I want to say tonight, tomorrow...”

Nina smiled, “I know it’s difficult with your daughter.”

                “Daniel promised to take her to the cinema, it means odd hours here and there, but Sunday afternoon, I’ve got a couple of hours. Let me take you on the London Eye?”

Lifting an eyebrow she looked questioningly, “the. London. Eye.”

He laughed, “there’s more to me than sex! We could go to my home, or a hotel...but don’t you want to go have fun, do normal things? How about the theatre? I’ll get us tickets for Miss Saigon?”

She wanted to be with Theo, that much was obvious, but outside of the bedroom they seemed to spend more time arguing than anything else.

She reached for his tie and straightened it, “we get into trouble when we try and socialise, we don’t fight here...” She nodded towards the bed and gave her best seductive look.

Theo thought about that as he headed across London, she had a point; he kept putting his foot in things, kept hurting her. His distrust of everyone was always simmering under the surface, a mother who wasn’t overly maternal, a drunken father, his...wife, or rather ex. Everyone selfish and no one trustworthy. Daniel...Mansell...Tony...there were people out there, people who were looking out for him, but it was still new...and none of them were female.

She’d not done anything but give, nothing but support his family. Taking her out was meant to be his way of proving that he was worthy of her, attempts to be normal, his desire to show her that for the first time in years he was serious about her, that he WANTED this more than anything. Well, almost everything.

He thought about Melody, he’d do anything for her, and she had to be first, but if he put everything on hold then he’d never have a life himself. He sighed, standing as the tube reached Pimlico station. As he emerged back up onto the street into the early morning sunshine, he knew that a compromise was going to be difficult. But what in life wasn’t worth fighting for?

As he walked up to his apartment black he called Daniel, who answered almost immediately.

                “How was the party?”

Theo chuckled, “wilder than even you could imagine. You will never guess who James Willoughby’s sister is.”

That made Daniel laugh, “he’s got a sister? I don’t ever remember Jack having a daughter, is she as much of a drain on society as her brother?”

                “No. It’s Nina.”

Daniel was silent for a moment and Theo could only imagine his shocked face, “YOUR Nina? How the hell did you not know that? There aren’t thousands of Willoughby’s, didn’t you know?”

It was Theo’s turn to blush; he could describe every inch of her delectable body, knew his way around her house, but didn’t know her surname.

                “We didn’t make it as far as surnames and family links. Jeez, we’ve had less than a dozen dates.” A lot less. But he didn’t want to think about that.  Instead he was more interested in when he could next spend some time with the lady, and for that he needed Daniel’s help.

An hour later, he was back at his home with Melody, and she turned on Frozen...again, and insisted that they had milkshakes in a makeshift den on the sofa in the lounge, and who was he to not indulge her?

Nina had disappeared into the basement workshop once she’d got back to the house. And her pleasure, her fulfilment meant that she worked like a Trojan. Several designs complete for perusal by the clients, and some detail work on an almost complete ring. Theo Peterson seemed to be good for her work ethic whether being nasty to her or worshipping her. When she came out of her almost obsessive work state she spotted several messages on her phone, Theo couldn’t make it the following day as Daniel had been called to Manchester on some political thing. But he wanted to speak to her, make plans.

She needed something to drink, she’d been stuck in the hot basement for ages, heading for the fridge she grabbed a can of diet coke and popped it open, then downed half of it as she called Theo’s mobile phone.

                “Hey Nina!” He sounded pleased to hear her. And it was at that moment that she regretted guzzling her drink, she couldn’t fight the long and loud burp that broke free of her lips. Mortified all she could hear in the aftermath of that event was him laughing at her, chuckling uncontrollably.

                “Sorry,” she mumbled but he was too bust laughing to hear her properly. “You wanted to speak to me?”

                “Yes. Of course...sorry, but that was so funny.” She groaned so he continued, “I’ve managed to get Wednesday night free. Daniel is having Melody for the whole night. Will you come here for dinner?”

                “Not the theatre? Or the London Eye?”

He chuckled, “if you like. But I quite fancy a take away, a bottle of wine and a movie. Or we could go out?”

                “I’m just teasing; the first sounds perfect, what time?”

So three days later, after a long phone call to a surprisingly upbeat and positive Lilah, Nina got the train to London. She’d arranged to meet Theo in a pub near his house. They’d planned to have food there, then head back to his with said bottle of wine a little later. She knew that she would stay at his, Melody was spending the night with Daniel, so she’d thrown a tooth brush and clean undies in her bag. She was travelling light rather than bringing an obvious overnight bag. How embarrassing if they argued and she had a huge bag at her feet whilst she stormed off.

She was wearing a dress, she’d never worn as many as she had since she’d met Theo, but it was one that would be passable in the day when she made her way home. Nina felt herself blush; she was planning everything so that she could have a night with this man. So sordid...but so exciting.

She emerged from the tube station and smiled as she saw Theo striding towards her.

                “I thought you were meeting me at the pub?” She said as he pulled her into his arms and his lips descended on hers. And she melted, loving this direct approach, the intention in his actions.

                “Got here earlier than I thought,” he finally replied when he put her down...at some point he’d lifted her five foot two frame clean off the floor.

                “I’m glad!”

He stared down into her eyes and Nina’s legs felt like jelly. She never believed a man could make her feel like this, so desired, so special, and so excited. She’d never been so desperate to get her hands on someone as she was with him.

                “Pub,” he gave a firm nod of the head, “the Slate does THE greatest food. Come on.”

Taking her hand he led her through the crowds and she had to skip to keep up with him. But he was right, food, socialise, be normal and NOT argue. That was the agenda for the next hour. They could do that, couldn’t they?