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Lodged Away	By : Gomey Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 3527 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five

Simon sat on his bed, back against the head board and legs stretched out in front of him. His arousal was still painfully present, but he forced himself to resist temptation. He rolled his eyes knowing fate would play a cruel trick should he chose to relieve himself; either by tossing Randy, Ryan or worse, Paula in his direction.

He wouldn’t mind dealing with those two clowns, but it was thoughts of Paula’s said reaction that scared him the most. He teased her sure, and at the moment he was still slightly annoyed with her quick dismissal of their moment, but he still wouldn’t be able to handle rejection from her. He let out a small sigh; perhaps that’s why he was feeling so morose: she rejected him.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, knowing that she was just on the other side of the wall. If she was in bed, her body would be so close to his, if he were to punch his way through, he’d be able to touch her. He scanned the room he was in, his eyes taking in the aesthetic value that the master bedroom boasted. He chuckled: one good thing about getting to the lodge early allowed him to scope out the living arrangements and chose the cream of the crop. He settled for the bedroom he was currently in, content with the plasma television mounted on the wall, right above a stylish cobble-stone encased fireplace. The red carpet that adorned the floor was plush, and he already succumbed to his desire to trudge through it, barefoot. His king size bed was beyond comfortable, complete with fluffy pillows and a heavy onyx black comforter. The sheets were satin and felt good when it rubbed up against his exposed skin.

Folding his hands behind his head, he watched the television on mute, knowing that since he was watching Extra, it would be inevitable that a particular raspy voice would soon crash against his ear-drums. His eyes soon started to pull close - exhaustion from hardcore trekking through the woods in order to beat the others to the lodge.

“Yo dawg.”

“What, Jackson?” His voice was irate, but he still responded to the other judge, despite keeping his eyes closed.

“We’re heading down to the ski chalet - the lodge has some Skidoos that we can borrow.”

“And?”

“You up for it?”

There was a slight pause and Randy wondered whether Simon was actually considering going. Shock came in many forms due to many different circumstances.

On the other side of the door, lying spread-eagle on his bed, Simon raised his eyebrow, contemplating the stupidity of said question. “Do either you or Seacrest ski?”

“No...”

“Then why the bloody hell are you going to a ski chalet?”

Randy shrugged, offering silence to the closed door.

“Do you actually believe I want to spend the night with you, Seacrest and Paula, amidst a group of strangers who only pretend to know how to ski in order to obtain some sort of social class?”

Beat.

“Dude, you suck the joy out of everything.” Randy laughed, despite growing slightly tired of the bitter Brit’s boisterous remarks. “Alright, we’re heading out. I have my cell phone on if there are any problems -”

“Are you going to hire a babysitter too?” Simon asked, interrupting Randy’s rambling.

Randy looked at the door, puzzled. “No ...”

“Then why the hell are you acting like a mother hen? Just go already, go have fun and I’ll stay at home and watch the telly.”

“Alright dawg ... later.”

***
Simon stepped out of the shower about forty minutes later. He wrapped a towel loosely around his waist as he exited the bathroom. Before heading in, he had made sure that the front and back doors were locked, so he figured that since he had the house to himself, he might as well make himself feel at home.

He turned and closed the bathroom door behind him, some mist from his hot shower still clinging to his body, giving his skin a healthy glow.

“Simon!”

He placed his hand to his chest. “God Paula - what are you doing here?”

Her eyes were glued to his wide chest, seeing his developed muscles shine due to the moisture. His chest hair was matted down, small droplets still clinging. She tried hard to form coherent words, but all motor skills were lost when her eyes travelled to his defined arms. She marvelled at the capacity of his strength, and never having been one who was attracted to muscled men, she found herself fantasizing about being held in his arms.

“Paula?”

She shook her head, a reddish hue now creeping up. “Sorry, what?”

“What are you doing here?” He deliberately slowed down his pace, mocking her all the while. “I thought you were supposed to head out to the poser-party at the ski chalet with Seacrest and Jackson.”

She scoffed at his lame attempt to poke fun at her recent ‘zoning out’ fiasco. “I decided to stay here.” She shrugged. “Besides, skiing is not my thing.”

He nodded slowly, hand lightly gripping the white towel that clung to his waist.

Her eyes, for a split second, flitted downwards and she gasped audibly upon seeing a distinct tent forming behind the towel. Her eyes observed and then snapped to his, holding a unmistakable carnal air.

Simon, though embarrassed, shrugged it off, brushing past her as he walked towards his room. “Hey, it’s natural.” He let out a little laugh. “What’s not natural is denying feelings and moments because of some silly little fear.”

She took a step towards him, his words slowly registering. “Stupid little fear?! How about facts, hmm? What if I told you that I based my actions on facts. F-A-C-T-S...facts! Let’s see,” she held up three fingers, “you’ve had quite a bit of bad luck with previous relationships -”

“- so did you.” He interrupted, a smug smile teasing her.

“You’ve been known to break women’s hearts -”

“- as I’m sure you’ve broken the hearts of quite a few men, in your day.” He added the last part, smirk et all, for the sole purpose to get some sort of reaction from her.

“And finally, you’re known to be quite the womanizer - and before you say anything ... I am -not- a womanizer.” She planted her hands firmly on her hips.

Simon held his hands up in defence. “No ... but it would be rather hot, don’t you think, luv?”

She threw her hands up in the air. “Arg, I can’t believe I’m stuck with you for the rest of the evening! Maybe I should go and meet Randy and Ryan and leave you to brood alone.” She reached into her pocket, hearing her cell phone wail for attention.

“Oh, heya Randy. Yeah ... mm-hmm ... oh no, are you guys okay? ... good good. Yeah ... no I didn’t noticed.” She rushed to the window, looking outside, then banging her head against the glass. “No, we’ll be fine. We have food and blankets ... yes, I’ll try not to kill Cowell ...” She giggled, happy that Randy cheered her up a bit. “Okay, thanks sweetie. Bye.”

Simon raised an eyebrow, having observed her the whole time. “What’s going on?”

“We’re snowed in ...” She mumbled, watching as his eyes grew wide and he turned around, staring out the nearest window. Her eyes sought the smooth skin of his back, taking in the broad shoulders and kissable skin. She shook herself out of the trance, a sudden fury directed at herself for falling for such a mismatch. “Great - I’m snowed in with you.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“Well, sorry if I don’t leap for joy, luv.” Simon replied sarcastically, stepping into his room but keeping the door open.

“Snowed in with Mr. Cranky-Pants ... what else could go wrong?!” She seemingly asked the question to the heavens, the tone bordering on a playful melodramatic.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, flickered twice and then the whole house was buried in a unexpected darkness.

“...damn.”

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