He led her into a large room with plush couches and a luxurious bed. On the crimson walls hung golden framed mirrors.

George stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face her. He grinned His hand carressed her cheek and he bent down and placed his lips on hers. A bittersweet sensation rushed through Zoe as he wrapped his arms around her and she wrapped hers around him.

George manouvered them over to one of the couches, they sat down. His hands slipped under her top and carressed her stomach, moving slowly higher. Zoe tried to push them down more, this was going too fast, she thought. She pulled away. “Wait” she said.

“What?” asked George, annoyed at having been denied his pleasure.

“I’m not sure about this” Zoe said slowly trying to prise herself away from George.

“You’re not sure?” he repeated, bewildered. Zoe stood up and adjusted her top. “I’m just not quite ready” she said.

But before the words were out of her mouth, George had grabbed her arm.