Ill tell you later, makes me feel ill just thinking about it. So how was your night?

I couldn’t help but smile and I looked away from Millie as I felt myself start to blush.

Um…great actually.

I felt the arms round my waist tighten as Millie leaned forward to attach herself to my neck again. I closed my eyes as her lips began moving against my skin, purposefully slow.

Er…shall I call you back or something? Lizzie asked, obviously hearing my change in breathing all of a sudden.

Im coming home, soon. I managed to get out with Millie pulling my skin gently with her teeth.

Oh ok then, Ill see you later.

Yeah, bye.

Bye.

As soon as I heard Lizzie say bye I clicked my phone off, letting out a deep moan of pleasure which I had been keeping in. I pulled the insistent mouth from my neck and brought it to my lips, kissing Millie’s breath away. Just as we were getting to a point of no return the phone inside the hotel room began ringing shrilly.

Oh ***** off. Millie murmured, parting from my lips with a pout.

You should get that. I said, trying to catch my breath.

I gave her another kiss and began pushing her back, we stumbled into the room laughing and exchanging kisses.

The phone call for Millie was from the new director of the California Arts Centre, Bette Porter. She explained to me that her and Bette had met professionally a few years ago and their friendship had grown since then. Bette was a big fan of Millies work and from the sounds of it paid very good money for it. Of course it came as no surprise that Ms Porter was *****, I was beginning to wonder if Millie had any straight friends, or if she converted all of them like she had done with me.

It had shocked Millie to hear that Bette had settled down with someone, supposedly Bette never dated for longer than a month and in that month the relationship would mainly consist of arguing and then making up. Millie didn’t go into too much detail and I didn’t think it was my place to pry purely for the sake of my own nosiness. But Bette and her girlfriend Tina were in London for a romantic break, in which Bette was picking up some art as well. And the whole point of Bette calling to forward an invitation to Millie and guest, about a dinner being held at some big artists house, which Millie agreed that we would to go to, without even asking me might I add. Not that I would’ve said no, but I could have been busy if I had had a life.

The artists dinner was the following night, Millie informed me that there would only be a handful of people all of which could ramble on about art without taking a breath for hours. Seeing as I only knew a few bits about art and apart from knowing I liked it, couldn’t really offer that much else I thought that the evening would turn out to be rather entertaining.