"Well for goodness' sake, Freya, why are we in the ladies bathrooms if we can hang around with celebs?" I mock scolded and getting to my feet, I began walking in the direction of the door.
Freya pulled my dress up and I grabbed it and pulled it back down.
"What on earth are you doing? I already showed my arse, now you have me flashing my pants."
"I wanted to check you did indeed have them back on, or whether you were lying and your butt was covered in love bites."
That was a thought I was keeping for later back in my room, when I went to sleep thinking about Zak. But, Jesus, even now I couldn't 'enjoy myself' because I was sharing a room with Freya. I really, really, really needed my own place and fast!
"Hi. Sorry about exposing myself to you all earlier." I said to Harley and Stacey, and then I told Tawney how I'd been one of her biggest fans. I told you I had obsessions. I'd bought half of her clothing range because it had great slogan t-shirts like 'cheers, mate' and 'I don't run but you can jog on'.
I kept my eyes on Zak. He was working the crowd. Now and then he'd look my way and give me a smile and Freya would have to pinch my arm to get me to return to the real world.
"Why does Zak look at you with narrowed eyes?" Freya asked Harley. "Is there gossip there?"
I froze. Please don't let Zak have been romantically involved with Harley, I prayed inside. Harley was beyond beautiful with a personality that shone. I couldn't compete.
"Oh, take no notice. He tried his patter on me and it didn't work. He's too smooth for me." Harley said.
I felt a heavy sensation in my gut like someone had put a mud pie in there. He'd flirted with Harley. I mean of course he had, look at the woman, I'd half a mind to flirt with her myself and I didn't do women, but still. If she'd have said yes, would they be an item now?
It brought me back down to earth. Zak Jones, superstar, was not destined for a supermarket assistant. He'd fall in love with some showbiz star or a top model. I needed to accept my reality.
Not much later than that, I made my excuses to Freya and assuring her that she could stay, I left.
I woke up to find Zak sitting at the side of me on my bed.
I shot up. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?" At the same time I was desperately trying to flatten my hair down because I could feel with my fingers that it was total bedhead.
"I'm not here. You're asleep and dreaming. Although why I'm here is a very good question because I should not be." He said strangely.
I sighed. "Of course, I'm asleep. As if Zak Jones would come to my room."
"Little E, of course I'd come to your room. You're gorgeous. But I can't do relationships. I told you that. Like I said, I shouldn't be here, but I've just spent all night wanting to kiss you again. I couldn't stay away."
I realised that it was possible I was going to have a Zak Jones Sex Dream. Yipppppeeee.
It was then I remembered I shared a hotel bedroom with Freya. My eyes darted to her bed, but it was empty. Thank God. I did not need her in my sex dream. That would have been weird.
"What are you thinking, little E?"
"That I'm glad Freya isn't in my sex dream."
He choked on his own saliva.
"Sex dream?"
This was indeed the weirdest of dreams, like being awake asleep. Maybe I should avoid vodka. It didn't seem to suit me.
"Like in the press. All the women, all the time saying you ravish them in their sleep. Every night I go to sleep and I don't get ravished and now, hurrah, our kiss must have woken my brain up, because here you are in my dreams. Finally."
I looked down my duvet at my comfy pjs. "Why could I not have dreamed up a sexy chemise and a figure like a supermodels?"
Zak came closer. "Well, I'm glad you didn't, because I prefer you. Now scoot over."
Alert. Alert. Zak Jones is climbing into your bed. This is not a drill. A drilling hopefully, but not a drill.
I moved up, my body stiffening as I went way out of my comfort zone and then Zak pulled me towards him so his forehead rested on mine. "Hey, you." He said.
"Hi." I squeaked back.
And then he kissed me again and my body relaxed in his arms. We kissed for hours and Zak trailed his hands in my hair and down my body but over the top of my clothes.
I huffed.
"What's up?"
"I'm not naked. This dream needs to get a move on."
Zak laughed against my mouth. "What’s the rush? Just enjoy the feel of my lips on yours. I'm enjoying yours on mine."
"But I want those orgasms I heard of."
He shook his head. "Not tonight, little E, but what about us spooning?"
He turned me around and cuddled behind me and the next thing I knew it was morning and I woke up where I found, of course, there was no Zak.
"Stupid fucking brain." I hit myself in the forehead. "You're supposed to have shagged him. Gaaaaahh." I turned to my friend's bed. Just like in my dream she wasn't there. Fuck, where was she?
I didn't have to ponder for long as I went into the living area to find her sprawled across the sofa still fully dressed from last night, though her shoes and handbag had been discarded on her way to the sofa. Her cheek was smooshed into one of the large cushions and small snores came out of her mouth. I walked over to the kitchenette and began to fix some coffee, because I was ready for one and my friend looked like she'd be ready for about six.
My dream wouldn't leave me. One of those that is so vivid you feel like it actually happened. Sighing, I wondered what Zak actually did do last night and whether it was some of his 'clients'. The guy deserved happiness, not to be living the dream of rock stardom but being dragged back into a sordid past.
"Oh my head." Freya groaned as she woke. "I drank waaay too much last night." She held her hand out for the coffee I was passing towards her. "Thank you. Oh fuck, Erica, I snogged Tawney for a bet. For once, Rex was interested, but only if he could watch. I like him but no way was my mouth going on lady bits. Seeing yours yesterday was a stark reminder of how straight I am."
"Sod off."
"You made the right choice coming back when you did. There was only more drinking, nothing of any excitement. Oh, Zak left not long after you."
Yeah, I'd bet he'd had to go and work.
"I dreamed about him, and do you know what I dreamed?" I carried on before she could speak. "That he kissed me and then we spooned. All these women in the press are 'oh I had forty-three orgasms'—I was exaggerating but I didn't care—"and in my dreams Zak says 'oh let me get on your back' and he didn't even press his cock into me." I slumped onto the sofa next to Freya. "I'm having words with my brain. Sex dreams next time."
"You should be trying for the real thing in real life. The guy kissed you last night. Not in your dreams, in your reality."
"Yeah, well, he also told me he's not a one-woman guy, so there you go."
Freya looked at me with sympathy. "He said that?"
I nodded. "Yup."
"Huh, well you know what to do now, don't you?"
"Nope."