I open the door and Tony's leaning against the frame. He looks me up and down. His right-hand holds on to the underside as if he's about to do a one armed pull up with his massive bicep. Always the gentlemen he's waiting for me to invite him in, but making sure I can't close the door again. He looks down at me, piercing my mind (and other places) with those dark brown eyes of his.

"Hi Mickey, you going to ask me in?"

"I didn't think you needed asking." I give him a mischievous grin and with my chest pushed out I'm daring him to look down my cleavage. So far he's resisting.

"Be a good boy and close the door behind you." I turn on my heels and saunter into the lounge, this skirt is so tight. It shows off my arse and I'm hotting up at the thought of him enjoying the view.

"Take a seat, can I get you a drink?"

Tony sits down, his legs spread and he rests his hands behind his head and he leans back.

"I'll have a quick coffee if you're making one. I don't want to leave Bobbie out there for too long. He'll get the hump."

Bobbie is Tony's driver and right-hand man, he keeps guard outside in case any of Tony's enemies are stupid enough to come looking for trouble. We both look out the window, Bobbie's stretching his legs circling the car and checking his dreadlocks in the windscreen.

"I thought you might like something a bit stronger than coffee?"

"Not when I'm working and it's a bit early in the day, don't you think?"

"Hmm, maybe.” I reply.

I walk back over to him and step between his legs and sit down on his thigh. It's rock hard and I place my hand on his knee and turn to him.

"Well, if you don't want something stronger, how about something a little sweeter." I purr.

There's no reaction on his face and I take my feet off the floor and lean forward.

“What the fuck are you doing?"

I place a hand on his chest, it's almost as hard as his thigh and I wriggle a little along his leg and breathe out seductively.

"Isn't it obvious Tony?"

"Well, it's obvious you've lost your mind".

He places his palms just above my hips and in one smooth move, lifts me up and puts me back on the floor. My face is flushing red and I turn my face down in shame.

"You haven't got the money have you?"

I shake my head from side to side; I'm biting my lip. I feel so stupid. This has not gone the way it was supposed to. Gemma was right, he's obviously well out of my league.

I dare to look at him and he's just shaking his head in disappointment. He opens his mouth but before he can tear me apart with whatever it is he's about to say his pocket begins to vibrate and he pulls out his phone.

"You better hope this isn't Bobbie, if he caught your little trick, I'll hear about nothing else for the rest of the day."

We both look out, but Bobbie is facing the other way.

"You don't know how jealous he gets."

It's my turn to look confused now and Tony looks at me as if I'm stupid.

"Bobbie's my fella. I don't know how you don't know this. He's looking for any excuse for us to tie the knot and you’re bloody giving him one. Look I've got to take this call. It's my mother. Go and get me a glass of water and fix your make up while I take this."

He turns his back on me.

"Hello mum, I was just about to ring you... I was, honest it's been all go this morning."

He looks over his shoulder and waves me away.

I'm being dismissed in my own house I feel like my old head-teacher has just finished lecturing me in their office. I've let everyone down, myself more than anyone.

I check my face in the kitchen and I’ve smeared my eyeliner, with a few tears of shame. I dab them away and wipe the smudged eyeliner off with a bit of kitchen towel. I can hear Tony muttering some sort of an apology to his mother and I wait until he’s finished before taking the water back through to him.

I can't look him in the eye. He's standing there with his arms folded and his head cocked to one side with a look that says, "What am I going to do with you?" I pass him the glass and he gulps down half of it.

"What am I going to do with you?" (See I told you).

"I'm really sorry Tony, I couldn't help myself."

"Oh, don't give me that, I've been coming round to see you for years and you've never made a move before. Would you have gone through with it?"

"Of course I would. I'm not a tease. You are hot.”

"True, there's no denying that.”

Tony seems to be returning to his usual cocky self and I look up at him and smile.

"Tell you what, I think I know how to sort this out for you. You willing to play ball and do me a favour?"

"I'm willing to do anything, I really am."

"Good, that's what I thought. I've got something I want you to drop off at my brother's for me."

This seems too good to be true and I smile gratefully.

"Sure I can do that."

"Yeah, and while you're there I'd like you to give him the fuck you were planning to give to me.”

I can't believe what Tony has just said and I open my eyes and mouth wide in shock. At least he's smiling again, but I feel numb. Tony laughs at my reaction.

“Oh come on, what's wrong with that?” he says, but I'm still speechless.

I didn't mind throwing myself at Tony especially as Gemma was daring me to. I always had a thing for Tony, and a big part of that was how bad he is, but I didn't think he was this bad. I can't find the words to tell him what I'm thinking.

Tony drops the smile and turns his hands' palms up.

“Hey, you were cool with doing me for money. What's wrong with doing my brother?”

I can't just stand here with my mouth open. I have to say something.

“Because I'm not that kind of girl!”

I'm almost shouting.

“What type of girl's that?”

“You know, the type of girl who sleeps with men to get what she wants.”

“I thought that was precisely what you were saying you were.”

“But, I've always liked you, I wouldn't do it with just anyone. I haven't been with anyone for more than a year, you know not since me and my last split up. I don't know if I'd even fancy your brother.”

“Of course you'd fancy him, especially if you haven't had anything for a year.”

He gives me a wink and I blush again, I really didn't mean to share that information with him. I've got a reputation as a good time party girl to protect; only Gemma knows I don't go further than a snog. Seeing that I'm not feeling any better for him winking at me, he beckons me over and pulls out his phone.

“Here, I've got a photo of him on here somewhere.”

It's mainly pictures of him and Bobbie. There's him and Bobbie posing as gangsters, there's him and Bobbie posing with the Mercedes and the two of them posing with their dogs.

“Hang on, he's in here somewhere, we met up when our mother came down for the Pride parade. Ah, here it is. That's my brother Eddie.”

Tony passes me his phone and I take a look, in fact, I have to look twice.

It's like I'm looking at Superman and Clark Kent at the same time. In the centre is what I presume is their mother. To her left is Tony, bare-chested and wearing a cowboy hat. To her right is Tony's brother and he looks identical to Tony. His hair is styled a little longer and he's wearing glasses (and a t-shirt) but these are the only differences between them. He obviously does as much gym time as Tony, his body is rock hard and sculpted.

“Are you two twins?” I gasp.

“Yeah, we're identical. I call him my little brother because there's twenty minutes between us. Of course, I'm the hotter twin, he doesn't do himself any favours with his hair or those dorky glasses. He hasn't got my swagger either. But if you fancy me, well he's almost as good as the real thing.” he flashes another smile.

“And another thing if you’re embarrassed about it being over a year, I don't think he's been with anyone for two. You might not find him much easier than me to pull, truth be told.”

Tony's trying the same trick on me as Gemma, it's a shame it's the one that always seems to work.

“Don't you worry, if he's straight, I'll pull him. But I won't know if I fancy him until I meet him. It's not all about looks and muscles you know.”

“I thought it was all about the looks and the muscles. Don't worry about him being straight, he's always been far too straight, in both meanings of the word if you know what I mean.”

We're back to our friendly and casual way with each other and I'm beginning to relax again.

“Of course if you don't fancy him and can't put yourself through it, you know what I'm going to do, don't you?”

All my fear comes rushing back into me.

“You'll do my brother, won't you?”

“No worse than that.”

I can feel myself going pale and I'm trying not to tremble.

“What are you going to do?”

“I'm going to take all your shoes.”