before
I go and meet him at the restaurant?'
'I will if you promise to drink more water in future,
especially after a rough night. It's the best thing when
you're knackered and means I won't have to slap on
so much concealer in future,' Danni said.
'Yeah, yeah, whatever,' Angel muttered. Danni
was always telling her to use this product or that
product and to be honest she couldn't see what
difference it made. When she was twenty she'd start
worrying about her skin, in the meantime, so long
as she took her make-up off every night, what was
the problem?
'You look gorgeous,' Mickey told her, as she slid
into her chair, Hakkasan's maître d' hovering
nearby.
'Thanks,' Angel replied shyly, 'I've got a good
make-up artist.'
Mickey smiled. 'I reckon you look just as good
with it all off.'
Angel blushed, secretly thinking, Well that's not something you're going to see for a while .
The restaurant's famous cocktails were amazing
and the food was delicious, but Angel hardly
touched it. She was sitting forward on the edge of
her seat, leaning into Mickey across the table,
totally wrapped up in him. He was like a breath of
fresh air, entertaining, funny and charming. She
would never have imagined someone so famous
being so completely normal and down to earth. He
knew everything about the celeb scene in London,
who was going out with who, who had done what,
who'd slept with who, and he had accepted her
immediately as a member of that scene, too. By the
end of the meal, Angel couldn't help herself. She
was falling for him.
'So what happens now?' Mickey asked as they
settled the bill. Angel had insisted on paying half
and even though Mickey hadn't wanted to let her,
she wouldn't take no for an answer.
'I'm flying to Spain tomorrow for a shoot and
I've got a really early start, so I'd better get home,'
Angel replied, longing instead to go home with
him.
She was instantly rewarded with Mickey
groaning, 'Don't do this to me! Come back to mine.'
Angel shook her head. 'It's not that I don't want
to, it's just—'
Mickey cut in. 'You're treating me mean to keep
me keen – believe me, Angel, you don't need to, I'm
already keen,' and he leant over the table and
kissed her. Angel felt her resolve melt the moment
his lips met hers, and just as she was trying to think
about a way to accept his invitation after having said
no already, Mickey stopped, leaving her desperate
for more. She looked at him, her cheeks flushed,
but he just shrugged and said, 'It's up to you, babe.'
The evening had lost a little of its shine as they
stepped out of the restaurant, hand in hand.
Trying to look unconcerned, Angel worried about
Mickey. Am I doing the right thing, making him wait? Or will I push him away? She stopped just outside the
door, wanting to reassure Mickey that she did really
like him and that she would love to see him again,
but just as she was about to speak a photographer
leapt out into their path, temporarily dazzling the
couple with the flash, and then legged it down the
street.
'Oh no!' Angel exclaimed. Now their first date
was going to be out in the open for everyone to see
and talk about. She had only just come to terms
with people staring at her in the shop or on the
street and whispering. Having a paparazzo follow
her was a completely new experience, and although
Carrie was always onto her about getting more
exposure, she hated the idea of her private life
opened up for everyone to see.
'Glad to see my manager got something right for
once,' Mickey said, sounding pleased.
'What do you mean?' Angel demanded.
'Well, I told him we'd be here and he tipped off
the photographer. I thought the publicity would do
us both some good. The papers are bound to want
the story.'
Angel let go of his hand abruptly. What? Is this all I am, some juicy publicity? A bit of totty for Mickey to be seen out with?
'Hey, what's the matter?' Mickey asked, as Angel
started walking, slowly at first, then more quickly.
She had no idea where she was
I go and meet him at the restaurant?'
'I will if you promise to drink more water in future,
especially after a rough night. It's the best thing when
you're knackered and means I won't have to slap on
so much concealer in future,' Danni said.
'Yeah, yeah, whatever,' Angel muttered. Danni
was always telling her to use this product or that
product and to be honest she couldn't see what
difference it made. When she was twenty she'd start
worrying about her skin, in the meantime, so long
as she took her make-up off every night, what was
the problem?
'You look gorgeous,' Mickey told her, as she slid
into her chair, Hakkasan's maître d' hovering
nearby.
'Thanks,' Angel replied shyly, 'I've got a good
make-up artist.'
Mickey smiled. 'I reckon you look just as good
with it all off.'
Angel blushed, secretly thinking, Well that's not something you're going to see for a while .
The restaurant's famous cocktails were amazing
and the food was delicious, but Angel hardly
touched it. She was sitting forward on the edge of
her seat, leaning into Mickey across the table,
totally wrapped up in him. He was like a breath of
fresh air, entertaining, funny and charming. She
would never have imagined someone so famous
being so completely normal and down to earth. He
knew everything about the celeb scene in London,
who was going out with who, who had done what,
who'd slept with who, and he had accepted her
immediately as a member of that scene, too. By the
end of the meal, Angel couldn't help herself. She
was falling for him.
'So what happens now?' Mickey asked as they
settled the bill. Angel had insisted on paying half
and even though Mickey hadn't wanted to let her,
she wouldn't take no for an answer.
'I'm flying to Spain tomorrow for a shoot and
I've got a really early start, so I'd better get home,'
Angel replied, longing instead to go home with
him.
She was instantly rewarded with Mickey
groaning, 'Don't do this to me! Come back to mine.'
Angel shook her head. 'It's not that I don't want
to, it's just—'
Mickey cut in. 'You're treating me mean to keep
me keen – believe me, Angel, you don't need to, I'm
already keen,' and he leant over the table and
kissed her. Angel felt her resolve melt the moment
his lips met hers, and just as she was trying to think
about a way to accept his invitation after having said
no already, Mickey stopped, leaving her desperate
for more. She looked at him, her cheeks flushed,
but he just shrugged and said, 'It's up to you, babe.'
The evening had lost a little of its shine as they
stepped out of the restaurant, hand in hand.
Trying to look unconcerned, Angel worried about
Mickey. Am I doing the right thing, making him wait? Or will I push him away? She stopped just outside the
door, wanting to reassure Mickey that she did really
like him and that she would love to see him again,
but just as she was about to speak a photographer
leapt out into their path, temporarily dazzling the
couple with the flash, and then legged it down the
street.
'Oh no!' Angel exclaimed. Now their first date
was going to be out in the open for everyone to see
and talk about. She had only just come to terms
with people staring at her in the shop or on the
street and whispering. Having a paparazzo follow
her was a completely new experience, and although
Carrie was always onto her about getting more
exposure, she hated the idea of her private life
opened up for everyone to see.
'Glad to see my manager got something right for
once,' Mickey said, sounding pleased.
'What do you mean?' Angel demanded.
'Well, I told him we'd be here and he tipped off
the photographer. I thought the publicity would do
us both some good. The papers are bound to want
the story.'
Angel let go of his hand abruptly. What? Is this all I am, some juicy publicity? A bit of totty for Mickey to be seen out with?
'Hey, what's the matter?' Mickey asked, as Angel
started walking, slowly at first, then more quickly.
She had no idea where she was
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