Page 70 of Marley
“Well, thanks. You’re not so bad yourself, but I’m still not shagging ya.” She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder, moved her bag from one hand to the other and took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.
I lost the smile that was on my face as I watched her watching me from over the top of her glass as she took a sip of her drink.
“Why not?” I asked her. “What’s wrong with me?”
She looks me up and down and shrugs her shoulders. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“But?”
“But you’re Marley Layton.”
“That’s usually a help, not a hindrance. Birds usually wanna shagbecauseI’m Marley Layton.”
“Well not this bird.”
A group of people were headed in our direction and wished her a Happy Birthday, so I turned and ordered myself another drink from the bar, hoping her mates fucked off and left us alone, sharpish. I needed to talk to this girl some more. I had no idea why, I just wanted to be near her ... I wanted to know her ... I wanted to knowabouther.
“So, how do you know my sister?” I asked when her mates had all gone off in search of drinks and their other friends. The party was now in full swing and the dance floor was packed. I steered her to the very end of the bar so that I could hear what she was saying.
“You’re kidding me, right?” She asked. I shook my head no in confusion. “I went to school with your sister. I went to the same school as you.” She said, obviously pissed off that I don’t remember her, judging by her tone.
“George was two years below me. I don’t remember any of her mates.” I told her honestly.
“You and Jimmie were always pretty tight.” She reminded me.
“Yeah, well, Jim had been Georgia’s best mate since she was about four. She used to sleep over at our house, come on holiday with us.” I explained in a hurry.
“So you and Jim ... there was never anything between the two of you?” I shook my head no. I’m not gonna go into details about how I felt when I found out about Jim and Lennon. The past was the past and I’d been over that for years.
“Jimmie’s been with my brother since she was fourteen. She’s like a sister to me.” She nodded her head in understanding. “Now will you shag me?” I asked jokingly, but actually, not joking at all.
“Nope.” She said with a smile “I’ll let you dance with me though, Rock Star.” She grabbed my hand and started to lead me over to the dance floor.
“Oh, you’llletme dance with you, will ya?” I smiled as I asked, gripping hold of her small hand as I followed behind her, definitely not looking at her arse all the way. Not even once, or twice, or a few hundred times.
The Pointer Sisters‘Automatic’was playing. Not too fast and not too slow. I pulled her front to mine, turned her around and grinded into her arse. I loved the fact that she grinded right back. The song changed and Frankie Beverly’s voice rasped out the Maze hit,‘Joy and Pain,’and the whole dance floor suddenly moved as one as they started this side stepping, line dance type of thing.
Now don’t get me wrong, I can dance, but aside from on stage, I didn’t get much opportunity. When we usually went to clubs, it was pretty much impossible for us to get out on the dance floor without being pestered, even in the VIP areas, so I just didn’t bother too often.
So yeah, I was a little lost for a moment as everyone fell into step, seemingly knowing the moves by heart.
Ashley moved from beside me to in front of me.
“Eyes on my feet Rock Star. Just copy what I do.” She winked at me and I did as I was told. As soon as I picked it up, she stepped back in beside me and we danced along, side by side, for the rest of the song. It was the most fun I’d had outside the bedroom in a long, long time, and I couldn’t wipe the big fat cheesy grin off my face.
My cheeks ached because I was smiling so much. This girl was like a breath of fresh air.
The song finally ended and Ashley gave me a round of applause.
“Not bad, Rock Star. You’re a fast learner.”
“Oh, you have no idea, baby.” I said at the same time I pulled her into me and moved us both to the sound of Womack and Womack’s,‘Teardrops.’
I kissed along the curve of her neck and whispered into her ear, “Come home with me?”
“No,” she replied.
I kept us moving while trying to think of what I could say or do to get her back to my place. It wasn’t just the fact that I really wanted to fuck her, even though she was the reason for the painful hard-on I’d had for most of the night. It was because I just didn’t want the night to end.
