Free Figure 8 by Elle McKenzie Page B

cheek and then leads me towards the door.

Chapter Six
    We exit the club and I wrap an arm around myself when the cool air hits me. Damon notices and starts to remove his jacket.
    “Here, take this.” He wraps it around my shoulders.
    “Thank you,” I say, smiling up at him. We walk through the city centre, weaving through the crowds of people who gather outside each of the nightclubs, as we pass them by. We finally reach the car park and I laugh to myself when I spot the Range Rover sat all alone in the middle of the desolate place. Damon turns to look at me with a curious frown on his face.
    “I remember seeing your car parked outside the bar last week. When I read the number plate I thought, what a pompous prick.” I shrug hoping I haven’t offended him. He laughs lightly and continues to walk. He presses the little button on his key fob and the lights flash. He opens the passenger door and I climb up into the seat. I watch fascinated as he makes his way around the front heading towards the driver’s side. He really is gorgeous in jeans and polo shirt. His hair is messy and hanging down to his ears, he smiles as he climbs in and I smile when I see those dimples again. As he starts the car up, ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams plays from the sound system. I love this song; I hum along to the words, scared to sing in case I frighten him away with my unique singing voice.
     
    You sound like a cat being strangled Isabelle, there is nothing unique about that.
     
    After a few minutes of driving, I realise that we are going in the total opposite direction of my flat.
    “This isn’t the way to my flat,” I state the obvious
    “No, we are going to my apartment.” I glare at him, I don’t think I want to go to his apartment, I barely know the man. “Don’t worry I will take you home whenever you are ready to leave.”
     
    Who are you trying to kid? You know you want to go to his apartment.
     
    A few minutes later we pull up outside an apartment complex, just on the outskirts of the City centre. We enter through a double door and call for the lift. My body is totally aware of his close proximity; I have goose bumps all over. Once we enter the lift, it is like all the air has been sucked from my body. He pushes me up against the wall looking down at me with those beautiful deep eyes. I can feel my nipples harden underneath my dress. I remember that I am not wearing a bra, as the dress I am wearing doesn’t allow for one. He looks down at my lips and it is as though he is fighting the temptation to take them. The doors suddenly open and I hear voices. A young couple stands in the corridor waiting to enter, I feel exposed so I fold my arms across my breasts as though they are naked, and follow Damon out of the lift and into the long hallway.
    We enter his apartment and I look around, it isn’t what I was expecting, it is so modern. All the walls are painted cream, and just like his office, his carpet is red. His front door opens up into the living area, he has a cream sofa angled towards the huge TV screen that is situation on the wall, with a coffee table in front of it, to the right of the sofa there is a massive open plan kitchen area with a vast island in the middle. I walk inside and look out of the window, the views are spectacular you can see all the way towards the city. It’s stunning. I turn and see him watching me.
    “Would you like a drink?” he asks as he turns towards the kitchen.
    “I would love a tea please, milk, no sugar.” I really do not need any more alcohol in my system; the effects of the last lot are only just abating. He moves around the kitchen with ease. I sit down on the huge sofa, it’s like sitting on a cloud all fluffy and light ; I love this sofa already. He brings two cups in and places them on coasters on the glass coffee table in front of me. I pick one up and hold it to my nose blowing on it slightly to cool it. I look up and see him watching me intently. “Where about in the