Obsessively Yours (Joe & Ella 1)

I laughed and turned to face my full length mirror on the inside of my wardrobe. Oh wow! That couldn’t be me, could it? I looked like I’d stepped out of a magazine. I turned to the side to inspect that view, then spun round to check the back. I loved it, but I loved it here in my room, safe from the outside world. Could I really walk outside like this and let the rest of the world see?

“Bloody hell Chris what have you done with our Elle?” Gasped Robyn as she leaned through the door looking me up and down. She was in her trademark skin tight body con dress; tonight’s was an emerald green number. Her hair was spiked and her heels were even spikier.

“I can’t wear this guys I’ll feel too self-conscious.” I said sighing and looking down at the collection of discarded bland dresses I’d abandoned on my bedroom floor.

“Would you just stop right there honeybun…” Chris said pointing his finger right in my face, “you have a body to die for, a face most girls would kill for and look at how fabulous your hair looks all curly and delicious down your back. If you don’t go out in this then we are not going out at all.” Chris folded his arms over his chest and huffed his annoyance. Robyn nodded along.

“I agree with Chris, you have got to get your head in the game Elle. You let that dick weed bring you down but he’s not here now, and you can wear the shit out of that dress because you look awesome and sexy. Get him and his fucked up mentality out of your head and start acting like the old Elle. The one who struts her stuff and doesn’t give two shits.”

They were right of course. I smiled and grabbed my glass of wine from the dresser, gulping the whole thing down in one. I had a feeling I was going to need the Dutch courage tonight.

“You’re right, I’m being a wuss. Ignore me, let’s go get wasted and get our groove on. I’m gonna party hard tonight.”

“Woo yeah! That’s my girl!” Chris punched the air and poured another glass of wine for me before drinking the rest down himself straight from the bottle. Tonight was going to be epic, I could just feel it.

We fell out of the front door about an hour later, and into our waiting cab. The poor driver mustn’t have known what hit him when we got in. Chris fawned all over him saying how manly he smelt (he did smell good) and Robyn and I giggled in the back seat and tried to get his number off him for Chris for later. The driver was having none of it. As he told us quite sternly he was happily married and not gay.

“So Ella my lovely lump of gorgeousness….” Chris slurred as he swirled around in the front seat to pin me with his stare “please tell me tonight will be the night you finally get laid!”

My eyes went wide and my stomach flipped over. Oh God! I knew I had to do it, jump back on the horse so to speak, but the thought and the act were two very different things. I buried my head in my hands and made a pained cry. I could give sass and flirt with the best of them, I was a pro at it, but anything more and I always bottled it.

Robyn grabbed my hands and yanked them down.

“What you need to do is think less and just get on with it. You’re missing out on a whole world of …adult fun.” Robyn grinned, falling back into her seat in the car and rolling her eyes with a look of pure lust.

“Yeah you are!” Chris concurred and gave Mr Taxi driver a sexy sideways glance.

I grimaced. The thought of getting naked and sweaty with a guy after Adam made me want to run for the hills. I couldn’t stand the thought of dating. The awkward silences and stilted conversation. The fumbling around and clumsy journey taking the relationship further. Then the whole let down that was my sex life. I wasn’t ready for it and to be honest I wasn’t sure I ever would be. In all the two months I’d been away from Adam I hadn’t met anyone I would even contemplate sleeping with. I didn’t even enjoy it much with Adam after the first few years. It was just something I did for him to keep him happy. Ha! What a joke that was. I was more than happy with BOB, my battery operated boyfriend. He never let me down, like EVER and he wouldn’t cheat. Men and sex were highly over rated.

“Babes it doesn’t have to be Mr Right you can just find Mr Tonight.” Chris wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips.

“Whatever man-whore, worry about your own sex life, I’m quite happy as I am thank you.”

“But are you though?” Robyn asked looking at me concerned “you are way too good for the shelf Ella. Go out there and get yourself a man and have wild animal sex with him all over our house. I don’t mind!”

“You might not mind Robyn but I do.” I sighed “Guys don’t worry so much about me okay, I’m sure it’ll happen. It has to right?” I smiled. But I doubted my own words. I was not on the lookout and had no intention of letting anyone in so soon. I wanted fun, free and flirty but that was it; anything else was a big fat no.

We jumped out of our cab and straight to the door of Elite, the new club in the city which was having its opening night. Queues of waiting clubbers lined up outside and spiralled around the block but we didn’t need to join them. Robyn had served the owners, builders and anyone else who was involved in the club, their daily coffees at her coffee shop round the corner for months now. So when they were finalising their guest list for the opening night she sweet talked them into giving her three free tickets. No one could refuse Robyn when she was on a mission, like I’ve said before, she is a force to be reckoned with.

The intimidating, insanely muscly bouncer looked us up and down then unhooked the rope to let us through the door as a few girls behind us tutted and made their disgust at our preferential treatment known. We made our way down the mirrored corridor towards the pumping base and that’s when I felt it, the flip of my heart and the rush of adrenaline. Something was going to happen tonight. I didn’t know what or whether it would be good or bad but I could just feel something in the air. I called it my girlie sixth sense. I had it that day at the coffee shop before I met Adam and I had it now.

Looking around the main room of the club it was amazing, beyond amazing. It was decadent with silver sparkly walls, multiple crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, mirrored tables and fancy baroque style chairs and sofas in purples, royal blue and greys. It felt so opulent but intimate, no hint of the pretentious gimmicks that a lot of clubs had these days.

“Work it beautiful girlies, remember sassy and sexy, sassy and sexy.” Chris said linking his arms through ours, then weaving his way towards one of the waiters carrying a tray full of champagne. With a cheeky wink to the young waiter he grabbed four glasses, gave one to me and Robyn then downed the third before sipping the forth.

“This

is gonna be fun.” I said, throwing a huge grin at Chris. He was on his A-game tonight and ready to make his mark on this club. I was with him all the way.

Robyn pecked me on the cheek and gave us both a wave over her shoulder, then sashayed away from us making a beeline for one of the builders with fifty seven abs. She started to stroke his arm in her signature flirty way, not bothered in the slightest if he had a girlfriend who might have popped off to the ladies. Robyn was shameless and fabulous. Her eyes fluttered all innocent and seductively up at him making herself seem weak and needy, even though she would probably eat him alive later. She knew guys like him lapped that sort of thing up like a cat that got the cream. Of course we were used to her moves. We’d always find her at the end of the night, but we usually left Robyn to do her own thing, she didn’t need a wing man, or woman.

Chris threaded his arm through mine, “Now I’ve got you all to myself beautiful girlie, let’s start working the shit out of this night.” He winked and we headed for the crowded dancefloor. We would be doing what we did most nights that we went out, we were going to own that dancefloor like a bitch. As the pumping bass starting sending rhythm through my body we weaved our way through the crowds to the middle of the floor then let our bodies do the rest.

Chris and I were so in tune that we even had these ridiculous moves we’d choreographed together, bumping and grinding into each other like we were hot lovers out to show everyone what we could do with our clothes on before we headed home to do the very same without them on. You’d never have guessed Chris was gay until the D.J played a Scissor Sisters classic and Chris broke off into the most camp routine I have ever seen, singing his head off and waving his hands around. I just stood there laughing my head off while he shook his booty against any guy in a four mile radius with the hope of getting lucky.

After a few more dances Chris made the universal sign of ‘drink?’ to me with his hand and we wandered over to the bar to order a white wine for me and a strawberry daiquiri for Chris; he was not a beer lover.

The bar spanned the length of the room and was lit up in hues of blue and purple. It was crowded and particularly rowdy considering it was supposed to be a special evening, an opening night for a club that was exclusive and very, very expensive.