“You look fantastic,” he said as he hugged her again.
Jim thought she looked comfortable with him, so she obviously knew him. The two men behind him looked less familiar as she shook their hands as they were introduced.
Tasha turned to face Jim. “Aiden, this is Jim Maybury, my boyfriend. Jim, this is Aiden McIntyre an old friend of mine and also a player here.”
They shook hands and as Rhys passed some merchandise to the three players, they began to sign their names.
“Who is this for, Tash?” asked Aiden slipping an arm around Tasha’s waist.
“Mike, he’s a friend of Jim’s, back in The States,” she explained.
“A Yank?”
“No, an East Ham boy originally,” she explained and freed herself from Aiden’s grip to return to Jim’s side.
Tasha paid for the shirts and accepted the signed photos for Mike.
Aiden insisted on walking her out with Jim. “I saw you on the red carpet on the telly this morning, nice dress.”
Tasha laughed. “Thank you.”
“Call me, Tash, when you’re free or at a loose end. We can hook up and catch up,” he said.
“I am very busy for a few months, but I should be around for September,” she explained.
“Well, I’ll be here, so call,” he said firmly. “Nice to meet you, Jim.” He offered Jim a hand, which he accepted.
Just then a group of lads came running towards them, “Aiden, can I have your autograph.” Aiden leaned in to kiss Tasha on the cheek and whispered, “Call me.”
Tasha left him surrounded by the group of lads and took Jim’s hand to walk back towards her car.
“Home?” she asked as she started the engine.
“Yes. I believe you made an offer to resolve my agitation and crankiness.” He grinned.
“With pleasure.” She licked her lips.
“You are very rude, Natasha.” He put a hand on her thigh and gently squeezed it.
“And you, James, are very distracting when I’m driving.” She removed his hand.
“Did you just remove my hand, Miss Winters? From what is mine? That is tantamount to a no in my book,” he said with mock horror.
She took a sharp turn into a derelict residential area and pulled into the underground car park.
“What are you doing?” asked Jim as she undid her seat belt and reached down to undo his jeans.
She looked at him and smiled as she slipped her hand into his boxers.
“What do you think I am doing?” Her head disappeared into his lap.
“Tasha, what if someone comes?” He spoke with a mixture of shock and excitement.
“That would be the plan.” She looked up briefly before lowering her mouth to his lap where she set about devouring him.
She worked relentlessly and effectively so that very quickly she could feel Jim was close; his breathing increased as he pulled her hair tightly and began to speak through clenched teeth until he was calling her name as she drank him dry.
She sat up and looked across at him. “Better?” she asked as she climbed across and straddled his lap.
