Valentine’s Day. A day where foil wrapped heart-shaped chocolates and helium balloons that last a week if you’re blessed, are sold by the hoards in stores urgently trying to save their sinking profits.

Millie Evans falls somewhere in the middle. She doesn’t resent the couples who tangle their tongues on park benches for all to see, but she doesn’t need a bunch of red roses which will die in a vase of stagnant water or a cheap card which will increase the litter she already has in her three-bed house in the suburbs. She does the same thing every year when February 14th rolls around and will do so as the years continue to take their toll on her physically, sexually and emotionally.

The taxi pulls up outside tonight’s place; Millie pays her fare and climbs out after thanking the motorist.. She assesses her lipstick in her compact mirror and a small smile plays on her chubby lips, shoves it back in her clutch bag, sets her foot forward and takes her initial step towards the nightclub.

“Ticket.” The bouncer orders as she reaches the front entrance.

She pulls her pink ticket out with an animation Cupid in the corner and hands it to the bouncer. He stomps heart-shaped pink ink on the rear of her hand and steps aside to let her in.

The expectation grows thick on her veins as she ascends the steps of the converted warehouse. Singles of Tullow pop up a different cabaret every year; only those who are members get accessibility and every year it’s successful. For Millie.

She takes a seat in the tavern and smooths her dress down her legs.

“What can I get you?” the barman asks, placing a red napkin in front of her.

“A double chilled martini.”

Millie crosses one leg over the other and scans the room of Singles around her.

Jon has always been the kind of guy who felt, but never showed it. He liked the women he’d been with; he felt for them, he simply never told them. The words ‘ ‘nonchalant’ and aloof’ have come up in one too many arguments and cost him innumerable girlfriends and one wife. At the ripe old age of thirty five, Jon is content with his life. He doesn’t desire a lady who demands a hamper full of rubbish that is romantic - Teddy ‘I owe you a massage’ coupons and bears. Every year, when February 14th arrives, he heads to the Singletons of Surrey event. And it’s consistently a success.

Jon takes a seat at the bar and orders a whiskey. It’s been a long day at the office and he wants a stiff drink; along with the part of his anatomy that is perishing for attention farther than a swift tug in the shower when he’s running late for work.

He spots the redhead on the other end of the bar and also he is told by the twitch in his pants it’s immediate attraction. She’s stunning; voluptuous curves sheathed in milky white skin, black chiffon and full red lips crying out to be kissed all night. She wraps those lips around her thin red straw and he catches a glimpse of pearly white teeth before she sips at her cocktail.

She’s amusing; exuding sex appeal but never using it to her advantage. He takes another mouthful of amber nectar and continues to watch.

The man has been seen by Millie at the end of the bar. She knows when men need a quick lay for V Day, nevertheless they won’t get it from her; Millie never will take part in mindless sex and never has. She doesn’t want hearts and flowers, however a man who won’t the next morning, recall her name isn't welcome.

She understands the guy at the opposite end is only biding his time; he’ll wait for her to finish her martini and arrive in the bar at only another time to purchase her next drink. She flicks her hair behind her shoulder, exhibiting the curve of her slim neck and sips at her drink slowly. He is able to wait a while more.

“Can I buy you another?”

Jon waited a couple of minutes after she finished her drink before she was approached by him. Jon is paid to read people; exploit their weaknesses and head in to secure the deal. In fact, he only wants the redhead and that look back told him she needs him also.

“Sure.” Millie grins sweetly, “A double chilled martini please.”

Jon purchases their drinks and leans against the bar next to her.

He asks.

“Faith. Yours?”

“Tom.”

“That fits,” she “like the kind that is peeping, smiles.”

“I wasn’t peeping. I was waiting for the fuss over the pretty redhead in the corner to die down. ”

“You got your wish, Tom.”

“So I did, Faith.”

“Unbound
“Thanks for not sending me away like the others.”

“ I can see when a man understands how to treat a lady.”

I definitely do.

They both throw their eyes to the dance floor, heaving with singletons whom are throwing contours to the pounding bass in the hopes of discovering their match, or have either sealed the deal.

“Why not?”

Millie picks up her drink and slides off the bar stool; Jon’s hand is taken by her and he leads her to the dance floor.

The newest couple on the floor forgo the difficult situation of striving to dance using a stranger; they have an innate link that uncovers her curves melding readily with his muscular body. The music streams and they move Millie’s hips swaying so that no part of their bodies lose contact and Jon proceeding with her. Millie is no stranger to losing herself to a great beat and Jon has got rhythm – something many 21st century men lack.

As they proceed to the Lady Gaga tune than erupts from the surrounding speakers, Millie enables her mind to wander and fill with pictures of Jon on top of her and the way he’d move inside her.

Jon takes hold of her hips and runs his fingertips down Millie’s waistline; he turns her around so her back is to him and she feels him hard against her lower back.

So do what you need
What you want with my body
Do what you need
Don’t stop, let’s party

Jon’s lips find Millie’s neck, grazing her soft flesh with his teeth and his tongue sneaks out to taste her. The heat classes through her when she senses him on her skin, his hands gripping her hips to hold her to him as they move to the music. Her breasts feel heavy, her hardened nipples tickling. She wants this guy; the ache between her legs tells her she must sense him. And she is not embarrassed.

The other dancers evaporate as one hand slides down her leg he then slides back up to where the top of her stocking meets her bare leg. Millie leans into him as his fingers go to tease her through her panties. Millie moans a quiet, appreciative moan as the rush of being surrounded by others, yet being completely lost to Jon, sends her arousal to its summit as she grips the back of his neck and rolls her hips against the stretched material of his work pants.

She throws back her head as his finger dips inside her and her eyes open in surprise; no one has discovered the couple locked in the embrace that's both unacceptable and prohibited.

Jon continues to slide his finger in and out of her, as it hides his moves, concealed by her dress. Her body begins to scale; her breasts ache to be touched, her heart begs for release and she hears herself over the music, begging for more. Sweat mists on her skin as Jon’s thumb finds her pleasant spot and her lips part to accommodate her whimpers and short breaths.

Jon says nothing as he reads her body unlike any one else has and gets her ear between his teeth, dipping his tongue into the shell and sending a rush of pleasure through her body. Millie’s heart begins to tighten, her insides tremble as she coils tight, ready for launch.

“Does that feel good?” Jon breathes in her ear, his warm breath caressing her sensitive skin.

“Yes.”

“ Are you read to cum? ”

“Yes.”

“Don’t.”

Millie’s eyes spring open at the word that merely makes her yearning for release more intense.

The song periods into another that's lost to her; she growls in frustration as Jon slides his finger out of her and turns her to face him. His finger follows her bottom lip before he crushes his mouth to hers. Hers is sought out by his tongue and they collide and dance to the new melody as he slides his hands into her hair as her want for him makes her weak at the knees and snaps through her, and she grips his shirt. He pulls back, leaving her breathless and the light green of his eyes and the dark green of hers meet.

Without warning he takes her hand and pulls her from the dance floor, through the warehouse and outside into the night air. Millie giggles as Jon pays before hailing a cab for a red rose and hands it to her. He opens the door and the delight is thick, the anticipation palpable as they pine for every other. As she digs into her bag with equal urgency, Jon slides in next to her and rummages in his pocket.

“That was hot.” He growls, the effects of her body against his still roaring through him.

“It was.”

Mrs Evans.”, “Good occupation

Jon slips a ring onto his finger, as Millie finds hers and does the same. Jon pulls the wig off, exposing her long dark locks as she grips his leg, her hand before she answers, going up at a speed that is tantalizing.

“You too, Mr Evans.”

Their lips collide with fervor as the taxi driver takes them to their three-bed in the suburbs.