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  He looked slightly torn before affirming that I could, as long as I shared.

  Chapter Ten

  Unfortunately, Ollie had put a shirt on when I returned with my bottles and the glass I'd been drinking from and had retrieved a cup for him from the bathroom. "I don't think this really counts as professional either," he commented as he let me pour him a glass.

  I shrugged. "You could just call us friends and then it wouldn't have to be professional," I suggested, giving him a small smile. I supposed we did kind of know each other too well to be considered acquaintances, though I wasn't sure if we'd reached friendship yet.

  "Well, I suppose if you put it that way," he grinned and took a large gulp from his glass. "Let's get marking."

  I chuckled and pulled myself up a chair which had been in the corner of the room so that he could show me what I was supposed to be doing. I knew that marking work when I was already fairly tipsy wasn't a good idea, but really I just wanted to spend time with Ollie. I'd just have to try and concentrate really hard.

  After the first one, though, I decided it was a lost cause. "I'm doing this really badly," I informed him seriously.

  He checked over what I'd ticked off and nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

  We'd drank at least half of my vodka between us now, which was a considerable amount. Ollie wasn't really showing any signs of it, though.

  "I'm just going to lay on the bed and talk to you whilst you mark," I declared, standing up and pouring myself another glass, then leaving the vodka on the table for Ollie to drink when he wanted. I was surprised when he didn't bother to disagree with me. "So, tell me something,” I instructed him whilst I got comfy, not quite daring to go under the covers, despite my exposed legs being a bit chilly.

  I could almost picture his raised eyebrow, though he didn't turn around. "I don't know," he complained. "Ask me something."

  I pouted. “But I'm not good at asking questions,” I returned complaints. “Why don't you ask me something?”

  Ollie turned around in his chair so that he was leaning over the back of it and watching me. “Let's go out,” he blurted, causing my eyes to widen.

  “You're sure?” I checked. I'd completely understood his reasoning for not wanting to. It was definitely the sensible option.

  He shrugged. “I do like breaking the rules a bit,” he admitted. “Just let me get changed. Don't peek.” He gave me a warning look and I put my hands in front of my eyes for his benefit whilst he walked over to the travel bag he'd brought with him.

  Of course, when I heard him unzipping the bag and realised that he must be facing the other way, I couldn't help but take a sneaky look at the man who I'd been thinking so much about lately.

  Even from the back, seeing Ollie practically naked stirred up some intense excitement in me. His body was toned and definitely nice to look at, but it was accompanied with by the annoying feeling that I liked him and not just his appearance, which made the sexual frustration I was feeling even worse.

  Whilst these thoughts were whirring through my brain as I stared unabashedly at Ollie's only boxer clad figure, he'd turned around and was giving me a disapproving grimace. I shrugged and tried not to let my eyes fall further south than his face. “You would have peeked too,” I told him, turning so that I was laying on my back and couldn't see him anymore.

  He didn't bother to answer that. I hoped it was because he knew I'd been right.

  “We should probably try and at least be a bit inconspicuous in getting out of here,” he instructed me, once he'd changed out of his pyjamas and into what I assumed were the clothes he'd be wearing tomorrow, since there wasn't much chance he'd brought more than one dressed up outfit. “I'm just going to check there's no one in the corridors.”

  Once the coast was clear, we scampered down the hallway. Once away from the other contestants we had nothing to worry about; the people working in the hotel wouldn't be able to distinguish us from any of the other guests; not that I thought they'd care anyway.

  Out of the hotel, I had to force myself not to show how chilled through I was. Neither of us had brought coats, because no one did when they went out drinking, but I wasn't quite drunk enough not to feel the cold yet.

  “I hope you know where we can go, because I've never even been to Newcastle before,” I reminded him, glancing around at the deserted street near the hotel and hoping we'd find some nightlife without having to walk too far.

  “Yeah, don't worry, I've been out in Newcastle plenty of times,” he assured me. “Just a ten minute walk to where all the clubs are. I hope you have money because we haven’t got guest list anywhere.”

  “I’ve got money,” I chuckled, becoming more and more excited as more people began to line the streets.

  When we finally reached town, I was starting to think I'd never warm up again. I longed for Ollie to wrap his arms around my shoulder, but instead he kept laughing at my shivering. I scowled when we entered the club, my fake ID being accepted just like it always was. “I think you owe me a drink for being so mean,” I whined.

  Ollie rolled his eyes. “I would have bought you one without you having to hint.” We worked our way through the crowd towards the bar. It was definitely a large club and the music was too loud for us to comfortably talk, but the atmosphere was what I was hoping for. It was full of students who were all already extremely drunk and dancing. And it ought to have been considering the steep entry fee.

  The crowd around the bar wasn't small and I knew it would take us quite a while to get served. “Stand in front of me,” Ollie instructed. “You're more likely to get served than I am.”

  I smirked at his implication as the male bartender's eyes swept down the line and he approached the person closest to him to get their drinks. “I doubt it.”

  We were leaning close to each other so that we could be heard and it meant our fronts were practically touching and I could feel Ollie's breath on my ear. “Hey,” I remembered suddenly something I'd really wanted to do. “Say my full name.”

  He pulled back slightly and raised a curious eyebrow at me. “Why?”

  “Just do it.”

  Leaning back close to my ear, closer than he had been before, I was sure, he breathed out my name in his deep voice. “Madeleine.”

  I bit my lip. It was as nice as I'd thought it would be in his accent. “I like your accent.” I might mock him for it sometimes, but really it was incredibly nice to listen to. Especially when he was reading Shakespeare.

  Ollie looked particularly smug at that admission, though he was interrupted from saying anything by a girlish voice calling Ollie's name. “I thought you were supposed to be doing some teacher thing,” she sounded almost like she was chastising him. “I'm sure that doesn't involve drinking.”

  “I wasn't expecting you to see me,” he countered with a small chuckle, moving away from my side slightly to give her a hug. “This is my sister I was telling you about, Annabel.”

  “Hi,” I greeted her with a large smile, though it only made her look more confused.

  Thankfully, we were interrupted by the bartender and so I was sure Ollie had time to think about whatever he was going to tell his sister whilst he bought us our drinks. “You’re his student?” Annabel inquired, leaning in to speak to me. “The one at the competition?”

  I nodded. I doubted Ollie was coming up with some fantastical story anyway. “Yeah,” I admitted.

  “Interesting,” she commented, head lost in thought as Ollie re-joined us and passed me my drink. “Going to explain?” She aimed this at him now and grinned when he sighed heavily.

  “No?” He tried hopefully.

  Annabel only smirked wider now. “Tell me everything.”

  “We're just friends,” he argued. “And sitting in a hotel room is really boring. And it's really all Maddie's fault, she's the one who brought vodka.”

  I shrugged at Annabel's raised eyebrow. “I was definitely coming out regardless of what he was doing.”
That might be a slight lie; after listening to Ollie's reasoning I’d realised I was wrong. “I've never been before.”

  Annabel was looking at Ollie persistently, though. “That doesn't explain anything!”

  “We just met in summer and she turned out to be my student.”

  “Was that really so hard?” She teased.

  Ollie chuckled. “I'm going to the toilet,” he excused himself, downing the rest of his drink and making me realise I'd barely even sipped on mine.

  That left me with Annabel and I was glad I'd already drank a bit. I wasn't so good at talking to random people. “You totally fucked him, didn't you?” She inquired as soon as he was gone.

  My eyes widened at her bluntness and I was forced to laugh slightly. “Yeah,” I admitted. If Ollie wanted me to lie to his sister, he needed to warn me in advance. “In summer. It's just kind of weird now. He doesn't really feel like my teacher.”

  “Doesn't look much like it either.” I realised she must have seen us whilst we'd been pretty close together. That must've been where she'd drawn her conclusion from. “Does Jemma know he's slept with the student he's here with?”

  “I don't think so. She still tips me pretty well when she comes to the restaurant I work at.”

  Annabel snorted. “She's the kind of person who'd think that throwing money at you would be showing her authority, or something.”

  I found myself biting my lip slightly to hold in a loud laugh. “Well, she did call me 'girl'.”

  “Wow,” Annabel whistled. “What is he doing with her?”

  “Beats me,” I muttered as Ollie returned and we both gave him sweet smiles.

  He narrowed his eyes instantly. “What are you saying about me?” He demanded.

  I smirked. “Nothing at all.”

  “I'm going to go and find my friends, anyway,” Annabel declared. “I'm coming to the reading, so I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun.”

  She gave him another quick hug before weaving back through the crowd and leaving Ollie and me standing there. “Let's drink some more.”

  After a few more drinks, we were completely out of it. “Let's dance,” Ollie encouraged, linking his hand with mine and dragging me into the throngs of equally drunk people. My heart was pounding in time with the music and I was probably going to be too deaf to hear people’s readings tomorrow.

  Our movements were just as sexual as I'd anticipated considering the disgusting amount of flirting we'd been doing since Annabel left and I grinned as Ollie's fingers bit into my hips.

  “This is a nice shirt,” he complimented, one hand moving to play with the collar and barely brushing against the skin of my neck. “Too many buttons, though. Must be awkward to take off.”

  I smirked and leaned, so that my lips were barely brushing his ear. “I guess I'll just have to take it off nice and slowly,” I murmured so quietly I wasn't even sure if he could hear it over the loud music. I was too drunk to know whether it was a sex thing to say, but the way he groaned softly in my ear was reassuring.

  “We should go back to the hotel,” he told me urgently, moving so his face was opposite mine and biting my bottom lip softly to let me know exactly what he meant by that.

  I flushed and nodded, allowing him to drag me from the club as we started our agonisingly long walk back to the hotel. We stopped multiple times to kiss and I got the distinct feeling that if we'd been somewhere where we knew our way around, we might not have made it back to the hotel at all.

  We were at least sensible enough to keep quiet as we walked through the corridor where the other contestants were sleeping, but as soon as Ollie's door was shut I was being pushed roughly back into it, his lips insistent on mine.

  I relished in the opportunity to be equally as enthusiastic, one hand tangling in his tight curls and the other deftly unbuttoning my shirt far quicker than I'd implied in the club.

  “Fuck,” he murmured against my skin. “You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this.”

  If it was anything like how much I'd been thinking about him recently, I was pretty sure I did.

  Chapter Eleven

  Despite knowing that my response should have been the exact opposite, I couldn’t help but snuggle further into Ollie’s side when I woke up the next morning. It didn’t do much for the guilt that had begun to rise or the awful headache I had, but it did give me a momentary fuzzy feeling and I bit my lip to stop myself smiling.

  The fact I’d really convinced myself I’d be able to resist temptation was laughable.

  I knew that really it was both of our faults this had gotten completely out of hand and I wasn’t sure whether I could bring myself to regret it or not. Then again, I wasn’t the one with the girlfriend. That was the part that made me want to bury my head. I should have known this would happen if I even brought the vodka with me. Well, I did know, and I hadn’t cared. Now the aftermath was going to come back to bite me. I should be banned from acting on impulse.

  I couldn’t quite regret it, though.

  Sighing lightly, I tried not to fidget in case I woke Ollie up. I had no idea what his reaction was going to be. After our incident in Sheffield, he’d been beating himself up so much. What was going to happen now he’d actually slept with me? Maybe he’d just realised what a bitch his girlfriend was and that’s why he gave in. That was unlikely, though. He’d probably just be ridiculously guilty and make a definite effort not to come near me ever again. That was what made me unsure as to whether this was worth it or not.

  Did it make me a bad person that I didn’t really care about whether Jemma would be hurt by this? No matter how much of a bitch she was, that didn’t really seem fair. She probably wasn't even as bad as I thought and my jealousy had twisted my opinion of her. I was more concerned about how bad Ollie was feeling, though, and selfishly, about how this would affect our “friendship”, as I’d labelled it, in the long run.

  It wasn’t long before Ollie did wake up and I closed my eyes, just curious to see what he’d do. I was surprised when he buried his face into my hair and let out a long groan. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” He complained in a whisper, pressing his lips to the back of my neck in a gentle peck. I couldn’t stop my cheeks heating up and Ollie sighed. “I should’ve known you’d be awake.”

  I offered him a hesitant smile. “My head is killing me.” I didn’t want to make a comment that would start a serious discussion just yet.

  “Me too. Good luck with looking happy when you’re doing your speech,” he teased slightly, though he just sounded completely exhausted.

  My expression sagged, though neither of us moved from where we were wrapped up with each other under the covers. “Maddie…”

  “I know.” I wasn’t sure what else I could say. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not really your fault, at all,” he admitted. “I just, I don’t know why I can’t stop myself when it comes to this.”

  I gnawed on the inside of my cheek as I considered my response. “I don’t know either,” I finally replied. I didn’t normally consider myself someone who had questionable morals, but when it came to Ollie I didn’t care that he had a girlfriend, I just wanted to have him anyway. “I suppose this is a bit of an odd situation,” I gestured to the hotel room we were in. “Nothing like this is going to be happening again anyway.”

  He sighed heavily. “I know that. And I don’t think it’d happen again anyway, not after it’s happened once. I feel awful.” He groaned, moving to lie on his back and running a hand through his hair. “What do I even do now?”

  “I don’t know.” I confessed in a small voice. There wasn’t anything I could do to help. Ollie probably just wanted me to leave so he could berate himself in solitude.

  “I have to tell her. It’s not fair not to.”

  I couldn’t help him with this decision. “It’s up to you.” Ollie sat up beside me and I struggled to keep a straight face at seeing his naked chest. We weren’t really touching now and I knew it was time for me to leave. “Wan
t me to go?” I glanced up at him to let him know I really didn’t mind that he wanted to be alone.

  “Yeah,” he conceded. “I need to think. And you need to rehearse.”

  Slipping from under the covers, I got dressed as quickly as I could, trying my best not to look at Ollie whilst I did. That would have been just a bit too awkward. After murmuring another quick apology, I slipped out of the door, grateful that there was no one around in the corridor. I got the feeling we’d woken up too late for breakfast, though.

  Trying to keep my mind off whatever Ollie’s mind was on, I threw my full concentration into reciting my piece several times. I was far too hungover to eat anything and I knew I probably looked a state too, but I needed to make sure I was prepared for this. I didn’t want to embarrass myself when I knew the other contestants had probably been practising for several weeks in advance.