The roar of appreciation combined with hysterical girlish laughter and reveille of piercing wolf whistles, rolled through the warehouse as Millie’s breasts appeared on all the video screens placed on every wall and a bank of them behind the bar.
The loudest scream of all should have been Millie’s, but her voice was mute in the sheer panic and terror of the situation she was enduring. She covered her breasts with one arm and hand while trying to pull her dress up with the other. With wide-open eyes she watched in slow motion as Nick shoved the cameraman out of the way, so all he got to shoot now was the ceiling as he landed on the floor.
Nick bounded across the stage and jumped off right in front of her and wrapped his Santa jacket around her. He held her tight in his arms, “Looks like I’m rescuing you this time,” he murmured in her ear. “It’s okay, you’re all covered up, step out of the dress so I can pick it up.”
Frozen to the spot, her feet super glued to the floor. All she wanted to do was run. The heat of her embarrassment was fading and cold shock settling in. Taking a deep breath, she tried to shrug Nick off, and unaware that you could hear a pin drop, Millie turned around to face Georgie.
She looked at Georgie, her supercilious smile seemed etched permanently on her face. Well, no more.
The slap was quick, hard, and definitely to the point. Georgie let out an ear-piercing scream and the whole crowd clapped and cheered as Millie snatched her dress from Nick and stormed across the floor. Looking up, Millie caught sight of the screens showing the slap to Georgie’s face repeating every few seconds. It caught her off guard, and she lost her way not knowing which way to go.
“Come on, lets get you out of here,” said a now familiar voice behind her. Nick put his arm around her waist and led her behind the stage. Nick didn’t stop walking, he knew Gabriel would follow, Claire and Lucy too. The girl trembled in his arms, and he tightened his hold on her tryig to keep her upright. She was so stiff, but then so was he but not in the same way. She was walking like a robot They were behind the stage by now, and Nick guided her down a dark and long, musty smelling corridor lined with dirty glass windows that overlooked each office. Light flooded from an open door at the far end.
“It’s okay, you can relax now, there’s nobody here but us.” Nick said as they walked towards a flood of light from an open office door.
“Rre. Relax? Are you out of your mmmind,” she stammered. “What makes you think I can relax when I’ve just been stripped half naked in front of hundreds of people by a drunken...drunken slut?”
“I know sweetheart, I’m so sorry, she’s a complete bitch, she always has been.” He said hugging her a little tighter, “We looked for you everywhere last summer. I wish you’d stayed and come up to the house, and Lucy’s fine, she’s my sister."
MIllie was so angry, this was his fault. If he had taken care of his sister she would never have seen him. Never had this ridiculous crush on him, and would never have thought about him every day since the Summer. Because of that, she had lost sight of the twin’s and Georgie’s mood. She had to be sharp as a tack to keep on the good side of them. If she hadn’t been thinking of Nick, then she would never have sat chatting to Jasper and raising Georgie’s anger, Jasper would never have told his girlfriend off for calling her Cinders and telling her to get back to her dusting instead of bothering her boyfriend.
She should tell Nick to shove it and run; although that would be impossible, she was tucked under his arm and held against his side, feeling hazily drunk, not sure that she could put one foot in front of the other without his help. Not because she had been drinking champagne, but because of the warm, seductive smell of spicy woods and forests, with something oriental wafting from his skin, billowing through his white shirt and making her olfactory cells think they were having an after hours lock in at a perfumery. She just wanted to close her eyes and cling onto him, be wrapped in those strong arms.
“You can put your dress back on in here. Can you manage the zip okay?” Millie just nodded. “I’ll wait outside.” He said as they got to the open door, an office set up as a dressing room. The black drapes over the dirty glass concealed the room from the corridor. He handed her the dress, and she hesitated. “This is the only door, no one will bother you. Go on, it’s okay.” he urged.
Millei felt so cold when he let go of her, and her teeth began to chatter. Her coat was in the cloakroom miles away, and there was no way she was walking back into that crowd.
Just then Gabriel, Claire and Lucy came around the corner into the corridor, and taking one look at them she grabbed her dress from Nick and shut herself in the office.
“Is she okay?” Gabriel asked.
Nick shook his head, “She’s devastated. She’s not like that lot out there.”
“Oh I know that, I was chating with her earlier, she was sitting on sofa with a glass of champagne and reading an interesting book on her phone.” Gabriel grinned. “Her name is Amelia or Millie as she likes to be called.”
I’m going to find a sharp pointy stick and shove it right up Georgie’s...”
“Thank you, Nick we get the idea,” Claire interrupted.
Nick was furious with Georgie, and delighted that Millie had been found, he shook his head, disbelief clear on his face. Even though she was so upset he had loved having her soft curves pressed up against him. He could still smell her soft musky, floral perfume, which made his blood run south and all he could think of was exploring that soft skin and those beautiful curves with his mouth and fingertips. He wanted to see Gabriel worshipping her long sexy legs, kissing the from the ankles upwards until he was gently nibbling her thighs.
“I have no idea how she got here,” he said shaking his head to try and get rid of the erotic images in his head. “But she’s the girl who rescued Lucy in the summer. She seems to have come with Georgie and her friends, they’ve obviously fallen out over something; Jasper probably, and why the hell is that woman here anyway, shouldn’t she be sitting at Jasper’s bedside?”
“You must be joking,” Gabriel sneered. “Free booze, free food - not that she eats any, and enough sycophantic half-wits to fall at her feet. Millie came with her sisters, those twins, and Georgie, I think that’s Jasper’s ticket she’s used.”
“Oh no, she can’t be friends with Georgie,” Lucy said. “She’s far too nice. Georgie would have just let me drown and told me to keep quiet doing it!” Lucy exclaimed. “Those twins, seem as bad as Georgie although, I hope not, but from what I saw earlier it more than likely. Do you think she’s got her dress back on by now, shall I knock?”
Nick grabbed hold of Lucy’s arm as she raised it. “No, I’ll do it.”
Claire reached out and grabbed Nick’s arm. “ Don’t be ridiculous Nick, the last person she’ll want to talk to is you. No, she’ll talk to Lucy. Go ahead, Lucy.” Claire nodded at the door.
“But....” Nick looked rather bemused this wasn’t how he had envisioned this meeting. He wanted to be the one to comfort her. He wanted to calm her and soothe her fears. He glanced at Gabriel, who shook his head.
“Come on Nick, your mum’s right, we’re the last people she needs to see right now and we still have to entertain everybody.” Gabriel took his hand and led him back down the corridor.
Lucy took a deep breath and tapped on the door. “Hello,” she said, pushing the door open an inch. “It’s Lucy, you rescued me from the sea, do you remember?” Lucy pushed the door open even more and put her head around it.
Sitting on a canvas chair, her arms hugging her waist, Millie was studying the blue silk of her dress covering her knees as if it had the answers to all the questions in the universe.
“Can we come in? It’s just me, and my mum.”
Millie nodded, she’d better get this over with, let them tell her to go for causing so much trouble. As they came in the room, she picked up her bag and stood up ready to make her apologies and leave.
A tall blonde woman came over, her arms held out to give her a hug.
“I’m Claire Henderson, and first, I just wanted to say thank you,” she smiled. "Thank you for saving my daughter. I’ve waited six months to tell you that. We looked all around Cawlin trying to spot you, and the boys did everything they could to find you.” Claire hugged her, and then kept hold of her arms.
“Oh, er Amelia Ashton, Millie.” She said, her voice quiet and somewhat hesitant. “It’s okay, you wouldn’t have found me, I had to leave the next day. I just did what anyone would have done. I’m so glad she’s okay.”
“No not everyone would have risked their lives to save another, what you did was exceptional.”
Millie shrugged, “I’m just glad she’s okay.”
“Secondly,” Claire continued. “We are so sorry, and all of us are furious at what Georgie did. It was unacceptable, and not even the excuse that she is very drunk forgives her. She’s always been a vicious little madam,” Claire said. “Now, are you all right? Is there anything that we can do for you?”
Millie shook her head, “No I’m fine thank you. I just need to get a taxi and get home.” She would get her stuff and find a hotel tonight. There was no way she could put up with her sisters after this, they would never let her forget it, and if she ever saw Georgie again, she would do more than slap her.
“Are you sure? I’m sure my son and Gabriel will want to make sure you are all right, they will insist on that.”
Millie shook her head. They were gay, and it hurt too much having her dream man within touching distance and knowing that her dreams were all for nothing, and not only him, but his gorgeous partner Gabriel. Her feelings were too overwhelming for her to enjoy being in the same room as them.
“No, I’m fine, I just need to go now. Please th...thank Nick for helping me. It was so kind of him.”
“Oh!” Lucy groaned, “please don’t go, I’ve been dying to talk to you, and get to know you.”
Millie smiled at the teenager, “I’m sorry Lucy, but I need to get home and pack my things.”
“Why, where are you going?” Lucy demanded.
“Lucy! I’m sure Millie need not explain her itinerary to you.” Claire scolded.
“Sorry, I just want to be friends.” she pleaded. “You saved my life, and because of that we have to help you now, don’t we mum?”
Claire nodded. “Yes, we do.”
Millie smiled, Lucy was infectious, she was just how she should have been at that age.
“Unfortunately, I’m staying at my sister’s flat, and they are best friends with Georgie, and after tonight I can’t stay there anymore.”
“But where will you go? You can’t go wandering about London at this time of night?”
“I’ll just find a hotel for the weekend and start looking for a room share or something. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
Claire frowned, “I’m not sure you’ll be able to get a hotel room now. Most of the hotels are booked during December, even the smaller ones. I’ve been trying to get a troublesome client into one this week. Do you have a friend you can stay with?”
Millie shook her head. “Not really.” She didn’t want to say that she had no real friends, just a few acquaintances that she worked with at the cafe.
Lucy gritted through her teeth, “Mum do something?”
Claire put her arm around Lucy, “I’ll think of something, Why don’t you text Smokey and ask him to bring the car and then we can get Millie’s stuff and get her settled somewhere.”
“Please, you don’t have to, I can manage.” Millie chewed on her bottom lip. She hated to be in debt to anybody and being in debt to this family would be hard. Her dreams had been shattered, she had suffered incredible embarrassment, and she just wanted to creep away and hide.
Claire led her back to the seats, “You’re cold” she said reaching for a cream cashmere scarf hanging over another chair. She draped the scarf over Millie’s shoulders like a stole, “I’m sure Gabriel won’t mind you borrowing his scarf.
Millie shivered and pulled the soft material tighter around her. “Thank you,” she sighed. It had been a long tiring evening and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open.
“So you don’t get on with your sisters?” Claire asked.
Millie shook her head, “We are just so different, they model and are just about to act. They always have to look their best and it makes them very stressed,” she said. How could she tell her that the twins were selfish and conceited and didn’t give two hoots about her. She didn’t want to bitch about her sisters, she just wanted to get away from them.
“Do they take some of their difficulties out on you?” Claire asked.
Millie nodded. “I suppose so, it doesn’t bother me,” she lied. “I’m used to their way of doing things.”
Claire, her head cocked, looked at her and seemed to realise that things were not as they should be. She gave a warm, reassuring smile. “How long have you shared with your sisters?”
“About six months, my mother moved to Italy, and she rented our childhood home.”
“So you don’t regard your sister’s place as home then?”
Millie shook her head, “I’ve been looking for somewhere else for a while, but what with work and it being Christmas, I...”
“Where do you work?”
“In a bistro just off Kensington High Street and I’m at college doing level two of patisserie and confectionery.”
“So you’re learning how to make fabulous cakes, I think you’ve just become my new best friend,” Lucy said. “So what is your favourite cake? Mine’s chocolate cake, especially with...” A knock on the door interrupted her, and she darted over to open it peeking around it unsure if Millie was ready to let anyone else in.
“It’s Smokey, can he come in?”
Claire looked at Millie, who nodded.
“Come in, Smokey.”
Millie stared open-mouthed at the man who came in the room, and who seemed to almost fill it. He was very tall and almost had to duck to get through the doorway. His dinner suit concealed a powerful muscled body, not one that you would want to pick an argument with. His pristine white shirt blinding against his dark chocolate skin.
“Evening Ma’am, Miss, hi Lucy.”
“Millie this is Smokey he’s head of security for the band.”
He held a giant hand out to Millie, "Pleased to meet you Miss."
“Can you find a driver to take Millie home please Smokey.”
“I’ll take her myself Ma’am, where would you like to go Miss?” His American voice was so low it seemed to Millie that he was growling.
“Wimbledon, just off the High St. I can get a taxi, I don’t want to be causing all of you any more trouble,” she mumbled. Getting a taxi would be hellish from this location, but she felt guilty at disrupting this man’s evening, plus she needed to get home quickly to pack her case and get out of the flat before the twins came back.
“No trouble at all Miss.” he said with a gleaming white smile.
“ Come on Millie, we’ll come with you. We can chat on the way and find you somewhere to stay.”
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Nick and Gabriel hid behind the stage, Olly was doing a great job and had dragged Ed Sheeran up to sing too.
“It’s really her?” Gabriel stood in front of Nick, his hands sitting on Nick’s waist. He could feel the heat of his skin through Nick’s shirt, and the last thing he wanted to do was go back and party. Right now he just wanted to take Nick home and plan how they could get that gorgeous girl into their lives.
“Yes,” Nick beamed at him. “It really is her! Told you didn’t I? I told you she was incredible.” He leaned forward and slipping his arms around Gabriel hugged him. “ I told you she was fucking beautiful!” He turned his face towards him and kissed the soft skin below Gabriel’s ear.
Gabriel couldn’t agree more, but unlike Nick he had more important things on his mind than Amelia’s beauty. They were going away for the holidays, for the rest of December and not coming back until the day after boxing day.The bags were already packed, and sitting on the executive jet right now and they were leaving for The Maldives as soon as they left here. Which meant that they wouldn’t see or hear of Amelia Ashton for almost a month. It would be hard for him, but it would be impossible for Nick.