Chapter 11

ELEVEN

When she opened her eyes the following morning, the intimate setting she found herself in made her smile. She felt his upper leg warm against hers and one of her hands rested on his bare chest. It was actually a lot like last morning with one big difference. It had happened, and the stickiness between her legs was a gentle extra reminder of that fact.

She needed a few moments to get the facts straight though. She was a 24-year old ballet dancer lying in bed with a married rock star in his late 40s. Very late 40s, she corrected herself. And with that man she just spent what turned out to be the most passionate night of her life. She felt guilty and was scared of what would happen when he would wake up. She expected that he would ask her to leave as soon as he did. She reached out her hand to gently follow the lines of his face with her fingers, trying to memorize every inch of it. Tonight he would be gone and she better remember every single detail of this night because she had a feeling that was all she could ever have of him. Then his eyes fluttered open and he smiled. “Morning baby,” he whispered and he leaned in to kiss her softly.

“Oh God, this is bad, I mean what do I know about you anyway?” He chuckled and pulled his arms around her. Somewhat surprised with how much he didn’t want to let go. “A simple good morning would have done but alright… listen: “I know you are not like that. I’ve known from the moment I first saw you. Hell… Why else would I have tried so hard to get you to talk to me?” He saw how she smiled a little as she tilted her head to look up at him. "This doesn't make me feel better..." she said. He tucked a string of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek with a finger. “No? So… what do you wanna know?” he said and she laughed and sighed. “It’s not that simple, I am surprised that you haven’t kicked me out yet anyway.” He fell silent for a moment. “Despite what I told you the other night, me too.”

She turned around now, to be able to look at him. She wondered if that meant that she wasn’t the only one who felt like this. Scared but hopeful, surprised. He interrupted her dreamy thoughts, typically, as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and scratched his groin. “I need to go pee, don’t you dare leave, woman,” he said. It was the second time he asked her to stay and it surprised her again. “Do you have cigarettes in here somewhere?” she shouted while he was in the bathroom and he smiled to himself. “On the nightstand.”

When he came back in she was sat in the middle of the bed, the sheets covering one leg and the part he craved for, already again. She was smoking a cigarette and had obviously tried to tame her wild hair but her loose curls were still tangled and a whole lot messier than usual. She blew out some smoke and he wonder if she ever realised what just a movement of those full pink lips could do to a man’s mind. “Don’t you have some massive sold out stadium concert to go to today?” she then said as she watched him walk back to the bed. “I don’t know, who’s playing tonight?” he replied and smiled as she laughed. “I was just trying to show some interest…” she said and finished her cigarette. He saw how she tensed her stomach muscles as she leaned in to throw the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table. He chuckled. “If you were interested you would have known that I told you days ago that I only did two shows here and that we are leaving tonight.” She nodded her head and whispered: “I know you are leaving…”

He stood by the edge of the bed and the bulge in his boxers caught her attention. “Are you sure you just want to chat though?” she said as she made her way over to him on her knees. He rested his arms on her small bare shoulders and bend over to kiss her. She smelled like him, like sex and tasted like that mixed with cigarettes. He groaned as she started to stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers. He leaned in to brush his lips upon her collarbone and slowly started to make his way downwards, not leaving a single part of her skin untouched. She moaned softly when his tongue found the dampness between her legs. And he worked her slowly and tender. He laid his strong hands down on her bare knees and pushed them further apart to give himself full access. She grew dizzy with lust and contradicting thoughts fighting each other . She buried her hands in his hair but fell back on the mattress as he brought her closer to a climax. He threw her legs over his shoulders and she curved her back when he released her. Quicker than she would have wanted. When he heard her say his name he couldn’t wait any longer. He got back on to the bed himself as well and put her on his lap. He didn’t want until the haze of her intense orgasm had cleared. This time they were able to make it last longer. It seemed never ending they finally collapsed on the bed they both drifted off and fell peacefully asleep on the drenched sheets.

“Jon?” she said as she woke up only half an hour later feeling restless as she suddenly remembered she had rehearsals today. It was a tradition to do the first rehearsal of the new season during the trip. She rolled over and found him on his stomach, his head resting on his crossed arms and he was looking at her. She laid her chin down on his shoulder. “What?”

“What time is it?” she asked and vhe chuckled. “The look on your face tells me it’s time for you to leave,” he said as he sat up and reached over to get his phone. “It’s four to eleven.” The next moment he watched her jump off the bed to search for her clothes.

“For fucks sake…” she mumbled as the trail of clothes led her all the way back to the couch in the living era of his room. He chuckled as she came back in, getting dressed while she walked. “What’s waiting out there baby?” he said and couldn’t help but smile. She pulled a tortured face at him as she ran off to the bathroom and came back with an even more tortured look on her face. “I look like a total mess,” she said, attempting to finger-comb her hair.

“You look hot and… fucked… but you still haven’t answered my question.” That finally caught her attention and she stopped with whatever it was she was trying to do. She looked up at him and roughly tucked a string of hair behind her ear. “A big group of professional ballet dancers and Lodinski and the first rehearsal of the season. And rumour has it that one of the girls is about to lose her professionalism and status because she spent the whole damn night fucking some rock star.”

“Some language for a ballet dancer,” he said. If she kept calling him rock star he would refer to her as ballet dancer. Although last night and this morning he learned that it was something he could take advantage of as well.

“So tell me Georgia, when will you be back?” he asked as she walked to the door and he still didn’t move. She didn’t know if she wanted him to either.

“Probably around seven… will you… be gone by then?”

He shook his head slowly. “Probably not.”

She didn’t know what to say because she genuinely didn’t know how to feel about that, so she didn’t say a thing. Instead she raised a hand and said: “bye.”

He imitated her gesture and grinned. “Bye Georgia.”

As she left he stared at the door for a few seconds, then he forced himself to get up and drag himself towards to shower. He better show his face to some band mates before they would think he died. A ballet dancer, he thought to himself. An damn what a gorgeous one she was.