'What do you think of the rock star lifestyle?' he said.

'I'm sure it's lovely,' I said sarcastically.

'Getting any action?' he said with a raised eyebrow and that twinkle.

'None of your business,' I said and felt myself blush.

'Oh, but come on, Dee,' he said. I could feel him looking at me and I felt weirdly hot and self-conscious. 'I want you to have fun.' He started crooning, tiptoeing over to me - 'I want to be happy, but I can't be happy, till I make you happy, too.'

'I don't get a lot of action,' I muttered.

'That, if you don't mind my saying so, is a fuckin' scandal, Dee,' he said. He was standing too close to me. I moved away, smearing more butter round the fourth cake tin. 'A lovely girl like you,' he added.

It was too much. My anger welled up, and I rounded on him.

'Don't take the piss out of me, you fucking wanker!' I snarled. 'I'm not a fucking lovely girl, and you know it! And I'm not here for you to tease like one of those bitches out there! I'm here to do my fucking job! If you ever take the piss like that again, I'm fucking gone, I don't care how much money you pay me! And I will file a complaint against you for mental cruelty! So just, fuck off with that lovely girl shit! I will not take it from you, or from anyone else!'

He was staring at me, smiling slightly. I was shaking with anger and now I felt like I was going to cry, too. This famous sex symbol rock star thought he could get away with teasing me for being plain, a red-faced boring-looking flat-chested girl with no figure, someone he would never look at twice.

'You're right, Dee,' he said softly. 'You aren't a lovely girl. I apologise.'

To hear him say it was almost more than I could bear. I swallowed hard and turned away.

'Get out,' I said in a shaky voice.

'Dee,' he said quietly, 'look at me.'

I didn't move for a moment, I was scared to. He had all but called me ugly to my face. Then I felt him touch my shoulder, tentatively.

I turned around warily. He was smiling at me. I looked up at him, feeling the tears just waiting to burst out, my throat aching, tired and lonely and sad.

'All right,' he said softly. 'So you don't look like.you know. Them.' He jerked his head contemptuously in the direction of the main cabin, where the girls would be all spread out on the seats, snoozing. 'I'm not tryna tease ya. Honest. It's just, you seem a bit.sad. I think it's a shame.'

'Don't you dare pity me,' I muttered fiercely, swallowing hard. I managed to hold his gaze, though. He took a step towards me, and I took a step back, and then felt the metal door of a food cupboard behind me. I looked up at him, trying to work out what the fuck he wanted from me.

'I don't pity you,' he said, and a look of annoyance passed over his face. 'Fuck's sake, Dee. I'm not that much of a wanker.'

'Then what are you doing in here?' I said, miserable, just wanting him to go away. He was standing just centimetres away from me, looking down at me, that much-photographed face smiling at me.

'Fucking stroppy little cunt, aren't ya?' he said, amused, and then to my astonishment he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth.

For a moment I didn't know what to do, then I instinctively began to flinch away from him. But he grabbed me, and his tongue forced its way into my mouth, and his hands clamped nto my bum, and he pulled me into those famously rangy hips and I felt the alarming length of his hard-on through his designer jeans, pressing into my groin.

Oh, my. A spasm of electricity jolted through me and I couldn't help myself - I relaxed, a little, just enough for him to gather me in his arms and squeeze me into him, pressing my body into his. His tongue was exploring my mouth and I gave an involuntary little sigh.

He broke out of the kiss and looked at me. 'Oh, now, that's more like it,' he said, grinning.

I was aroused, I admit it, but I was also outraged, because I knew this had to be some kind of fucked-up rockstar prank or other, that he was snogging me for a bet, and the rest of the band were watching it on some sort of concealed camera.

'Don't fuck with me,' I breathed, scowling at him. My heart was pounding despite myself.

'I don't wanna fuck, um.with you, exactly,' he chuckled.

'You're all fucking watching this on some camera or something,' I gasped, and then he let go of my bum and reached up and began to unbutton my white linen jacket. I wriggled furiously.

'What's wrong?' he said with surprise. He was holding onto me. He was strong. So am I, but I couldn't get free.

'This is a trick,' I gasped, trying to struggle out of his grip. 'This is some sort of fucked-up trick on the cook. You can fuck off!'

'There's no trick, darlin',' he purred, and as I twisted around to face away from him he kissed the back of my neck, making me shiver. 'There really isn't. Dee? Are you gonna listen to me for a second?'

'This is sick,' I said, desperate to get out of his grip. I thrashed. I kicked. He held onto me. I felt the tears coming, and after another couple of minutes of trying to get away I just gave up and leaned my forehead against the cupboard door and let them happen. Don held me and nuzzled the back of my neck and I sobbed.

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