"I need the main offices vacuumed, all bathrooms thoroughly cleaned, studios three and four mopped plus the control rooms of both aired and dusted. Do not remove paperwork or tape marking on switches! Those producers will have a pink fit if you touch those." Missus Dalley, the head office lady, never even asked for identification. Apparently the cleaning contractors brought a constantly changing rota of staff into the premises weekly. What luck.

The EMI building was massive and cold, terribly cold. The thin cardigan wasn't near enough for the temperature that seeped and invaded her bones. Rubbing goosebumps away, she cleaned and scanned for princes and security in equal measure.

It wouldn't do to be this close to the target and get turfed out like yesterday's leftovers.

"Bloody hell" was murmured after she paused her scrubbing, finally catching  sight of herself in the mirror of the bathroom she currently found herself stood "If only Gary could see me now"

She had to grin, it was too funny not to. A dowdy persona had sprung to life and stared back at her through thick prop glasses and severely pulled back and secured hair. The bun was like a vice, nipping and pinching at her crown and the scarf that lay over it was making her look more cockney beggar than cleaner but it did communicate age, which was what she needed to step over the threshold. Too young and she would have been assessed for fangirl qualities and possibly turfed out. An aged person wouldn't bother the princes now would they.... It wasn't a walk in the park but it had worked and that's all she had hoped for.

Voices boomed down the sparse void that was the corridor, edging ever closer and Jackie could hear two or three sparring men now stood just outside the bathroom she was cleaning. The voices mumbled and laughed and argued jovially but never got any closer, nor further away. Minutes passed by as Jackie finished off shining the faucets over the sink and she readied herself for her first proper contact with the people that lurked within the building.

Lots of people worked here. Technicians and producers, the canteen staff, the cleaners obviously; office ladies, she also passed some painters and a few men lugging office furniture between room. But everyone else had been in their own world and it was only now that she would actually be stepping out, interrupting people as they held conversation in the doorway, that she would need to possibly interact.

She turned to bend and pick up the bucket and, in that moment, the white glossy door burst open and half a palace of princes stepped into her life.

Bleach and lemon jiff made the place reek, Jackie's eyes had stung while she squirted the stuff about and even after scrubbing and flushing the loos multiple times the air was thick and heavy with vaporous fumes. She was following orders, a how to clean shoddy lavs list was stuck on the inside door of the cleaning trolley little onboard cupboard reminding her how to clean. As if anyone didn't know.. The place had been disgusting and smelling of far worse when she had entered so the bleach and jiff was better, but only slightly. Immediately John scrunched up his nose and, without thought, he let the door swing back toward an unsuspecting Paul.

"God damn it, I'd rather smell piss than bleach" Spinning on his heel he leaned up on top toes to open the small window that had been far too high for Jackie to reach. John then wafted air in and waved his hands around to try and dissipate the bleach vapours.

"Watch the door la... Anyway, I really think the middle eight should be a bit jiggier"

"Jiggier. Is that jumpier or jugglier in sound?" With a hand flapping in front of him John rolled his eyeballs, Paul's terms- jiggy, juggy, jumpy whatever it was, was not a clear way to express what he wanted the band to do about the middle eight.

"Narf off it's bouncy, that's what it is- Oh 'ello luv. Didn't see the cleaner's sign out in the hallway"

With bucket full of cleaning products, which happened to include an unused cleaners sign wedged deep in the side plus a wet rag in her hand, Jackie hadn't a hope of picking her chin up off the floor from where it now lay. Her eyes took in the very princely prince himself; Paul McCartney's apologetic face.

Thank goodness she had mopped- her chin would be ever so dirty if not. She giggled quietly at the image her thoughts made then thought best to laugh a little stronger, you know, like an older Cockney beggar would.

"What do you think luv? Jig or jug or jump? I myself would jump if the window was a tad larger, would save me from listening to Paul carry on about jigs" John pushed past Paul without waiting for Jackie's answer, proceeding, at pace, to step into the closest lav to the window "Don't mind me - when you have to shat you have to shat"

"Bloody hell John, no wonder the cleaners all up and quit!" Paul shook his hands high up in front of him, gesturing comically that he was mock throttling John through the paper-thin cubicle door. Jackie stifled a giggle, her lips pressed and held tight to cease the noises she wanted so desperately to emit. She thought she had quelled them before anyone's ears caught on yet Paul twisted smartly around to face her, his eyes wandering over her disguise. Would he see?

Dropping her eyes into the bucket she tried to hide.

But the bathroom contracted inwards suddenly, walls pressing tightly around her and, not only did he face her, he examined her.

And she felt exposed. As though he could see everything beneath. Yes, he figuratively was stripping back the navy cardigan, peeking under the cleaner's apron, delving below the ill-fitting grey uniform and peeling away the layers of white stockings hiding her legs. Legs that seemed to be trembling under the weight of his gaze.

Jackie shook the thoughts away, there was no way he could do that- it was impossible, you just had to look at her and you would see blah. The glasses sat thick and heavy on her face hiding her features from the world, from the princes, so that she wouldn't be caught. She opened her mouth to grasp an intake of badly needed oxygen.

Jackie then uttered her first sentence. It wasn't anything at all to do with her daughter nor the telling off she had been practising to give them and it definitely wasn't profound "He's alrigh you know. That's what lavs are for, aren't they"

Her breathing definitely wasn't settling nor her stare so with a push to her senses Jackie twisted around from princely Paul and vigorously rubbed the mirror once more for good measure. And as she stuck the cloth in the bucket Paul passed her by to casually lean on the sink beside her. A cigarette was fetched from the pack in his shirt pocket, which he then placed between his lips letting it dangle precariously as she couldn't help but watch on. His aftershave or scent or whatever it was, was yummy, enticing, sweet enough to want to taste-... Whoa there lady, settle down, remember your objective, stop the madness, stop the tardy daughter.

Daughter yes, remember Beth, breath... "As long as he's toilet trained I don't really mind"

Paul snorted out a laugh as the toilet flushed.

Stepping from the cubicle John took Jackie's shaky movements in his unworried stride and pushed Paul rudely off the sink to wash his hands "Have a gander in the lav, love... Not a pubic curl in sight"

"John! Come on ladies present and all that" Paul rubbed his ear and grasped a smoke that he had obviously deposited and forgotten there earlier. A rueful grin laced his lips as he looked between the two cigarettes. With a flourish he offered John his spare and made sure Jackie was paying close attention before he proceeded to joke "Sorry bout 'im luv, I try, you know, but what can I say, I'm A Loser"

John bit out a short sharp laugh as he twisted the tap and picked up the handtowel.

Those few words had triggered a moment she would never ever forget.

They had been singing before, in the studio, as they tossed around both the melody and tempo to 'Loser'. The sentence that had flowed from Paul's lips in the form of an apology, for and on behalf of John, yet it had, in a heartbeat, picked them up and shot them both back into the studio....

They began harmonising right there and then....Stood right in front of an addled, befuddled Jackie. Her legs pinned her unceremoniously in the bathroom doorway, she couldn't move a muscle and she had most definitely finished cleaning the mirror- anymore rubbing and the reflection would wear off.

And they were lovely the words, even though a little sad as they wound around her ears. John launched into what she thought might be a verse and he dug ever so low for a few of the notes. As they stood facing each other, Jackie seemingly forgotten, she watched on, spellbound, it was totally glorious. She was hearing a Beatles song, one she didn't know, one that maybe no one had ever heard outside of the studio.

Paul pinched his cigarette in his left hand and dotted imagined notes in the air between them. John grinned as they harmonised, Jackie would never forget his happy carefree smile or that of Pauls as he joined John in lifting the song higher, the acoustics of the bathroom making the sound bounce and reflect around them. John regained the verse, Paul closed his eyes to take it in with a lovely pleased smile, happy to just listen to his mates vocal.

It twirled around her ears, simple in it's elocution and when Paul chimed in with his harmonising again, with vocals so clear, she was in seventh heaven, her ears were practically being made love to. And then he winked at her, making her wake from their dreamy sound. If Gary the photographer had done that type of wink she would have clipped his ear but this one, this man's wink, was so cute and becoming on him.
She must have blushed because he lifted his chin her way making John forget what he was singing... His voice launched again quickly, yelling the word to 'Rule Britannia' instead.

Jackie took the interlude in proceedings to escape. Her heart beating a drum in her ears as she sought, and found, an empty office to take stock of her senses. With eyes closed she sank into the large brown leather chair and pressed her head into her folded arms set upon the desk.

Maybe she shouldn't do this, maybe she just leave them be.

Paul's cherub face burnt into her mind, bloody hell no wonder the fans went plum crazy. He was the very definition of hot- basically a volcanic temperature to a girl's senses.

Slender fingers tugging the cigarette, his giggly laughter as John started singing Rule Britannia, the cute lift of his eyebrow, all popped into her head.
Little pieces of Paul attacking on all fronts, mocking the unhappiness in being single- mocking her lonely path.

Slipping the cigarette between his lips had been her ultimate demise though. The lazy action seemed, almost, obscene... That, right there, was her undoing.

She had to breath, which she clearly wasn't able to in his presence, with him so close and his eyes so clearly gazing upon her.

She was winded without any punch to the gut being thrown.

A door slammed somewhere close, waking Jackie up from her dream-like state.

She could do this.

Get in, give them a jolly good bollocking, and get out.

Hopefully George hadn't met her long enough to place her and if he did, well too bad.

This was her mission as a mother caring for the welfare of her child, and having George 'make' her and tell Pattie, well she would just have to cross that bridge if, or when, it occurred.

~~~~

It was much later when Jackie had finally completed the cleaning of the offices... and most of the studios were draining of personnel. Secretary's that had sat out front were standing and grabbing handbags, hats, brollies and coats.

The chairman, that had been hunkered down in his corner office all day, the one Jackie hadn't had to clean, now stood in the doorway looking back toward his desk as Jackie passed him by, perhaps checking to see if he had forgotten anything. Umbrella in hand and tweed coat draped over his arm.

She was invisible, pushing a cleaner's cart with shiny albeit squeaky castor wheels she made rounds and, even though she would get nought from the cleaning duties, she did get an insight into the many cogs that functioned in a thriving office setting and music studio.

And she wasn't a woman to not do a task set. No she couldn't sneak in, pretend to be a cleaner, then not clean. She hadn't been brought up to shaft duties whatever the reward.

How do you instill that in a child she mused, how do you make sure she turns out better than you, that she does her very best. No one else's assigned best, her own best.

Try your hardest- do your best.

She wandered the halls looking at framed pictures of groups she'd never heard of intermingled with oodles of portraits of The Beatles and the Pacemakers. A fancy record in a huge frame took her eye, it was a golden record, one like she'd never seen before. They were so popular and it was hard to believe that Kate and Beth even got within eyesight of these boys. These princes of the turntable.

Studio Three met her feet and an important looking red recording light blinked off so Jackie pushed through the doors tentatively as someone swore through some speakers to her left and apologised directly afterwards.

"Oi! it's our cubicle cleaner coddler" John did a funny dance away from her toward the back of the large area and slapped his hand down on Ringo's cymbals causing the drummer to lurch off his seat by the piano, which was directly in front of her, and play at mock boxing at John for touching his gear.

"Don't mind the boxer he has a thing for his cymbals. People say he's in love with 'em" George wandered by and handed Paul a half cup of tea.

"Oh, just the person I need. Up here if you please, I've had a slight accident" A tall man in a smart long-sleeved shirt and navy tie opened the control room door fully and beckoned Jackie up to him. He held an empty teacup in hand. "I spilt the bloody lot everywhere; do you mind?"

"Not at all, what I'm here for isn't it" Jackie smiled up at the gentleman as she climbed the stairs with an armful of towels, earning a lovely warm grin in return. He wasn't much older than herself, he had a very nice polished speaking voice and seemed friendly, easy going, especially over his mess.

"Well, we will all get out of your way. Let's retire to the canteen for another try at a cuppa shall we gents?" With a friendly clap of his hands all the men, who were wearing white laboratory coats, followed the fellow from the control room like lambs. A cup of tea did sound lovely.

Hands on hips, Jackie surveyed the mess. It wasn't much and the towels she had collected from earlier now soaked up most of the pale tan liquid on the floor, the paper towel did the trick with sponging up the drops and odd puddles carefully from the electronic console-

'Watch that- it's important all that" George stood in the doorway watching Jackie like she was some sort of strange animal.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind"

"Want a biscuit?"

"No thank-you" Jackie put her back to George so that he didn't see too much of her face and began cleaning liquid from the plastic chairs and their rust mottled steel legs.

"Liquorice?"

"Arr, no thanks" Persistent bugger isn't he Jackie grinned to herself as she pushed a card table out of the way.

Jube-"

"George stop chatting up the cleaner and try doing some bloody work for once, would you" John spoke into the microphone, his voice rattling around the control room making Jackie jump in surprise.

George marched down the few steps grumbling to himself "I was being polite if you need to know wack"

"She's a cleaner, she doesn't need to listen to you moaning and groaning and offering food to her like she's some stray kitten"

"Hello pet, do you mind?" Paul, like a glorious whirlwind, bound in the room and once again his aftershave smelt divine... she really needed to buy some, set it on her dresser and open the cap every now and then. It would be just the ticket for when she was feeling blue... " 'Scusy, just need the notepad by your arrr-"

"Arse Paul. It's by her arse" John mocked McCartney as he leaned in the doorway to turn a switch on "Which, by the way, is attached to her legs and the rest of her. I really should get a leash for you lot, you know. Come on let's have a blast through this ditty while Professor Martin and his Tiny Tinkers are off tinkering teacups"

Jackie made haste to clean up before the professor and his team of whatsits came back and kicked her out. All the boys were now situated below her on the studio floor. The window of the control room offered a picture-like view of the studio, instruments, princes and assorted mess littering the landscape. Teacups lay all over, plates and cutlery, a few pillows and all their jackets slung on a maroon couch in the corner.

Oh my god! It was perfect really and she should move said arse and actually do what she had come to do - give them a good bollocking! She waited for a lull in their shambles of music that stopped and started with no rhyme or rhythm.

The red button marked 'Intercom' stood out on the console and with baited breath Jackie pressed and coughed- Eureka! It actually worked.

Ringo pointed at the control room with a drumstick when John looked about for the coughing sick person.

"You can't lean on the console luv, Martin will have a pink fit, then have you turfed off the premises, wouldn't want that would we now" Paul grinned up at her as she mused on how to approach the fab four...

The intercom screamed then settled after Jackie got used to the switch.

"What the bloody fuck, go offer her a biscuit George- to keep her hands full" John stared a hole in Jackie as she waved a little in mock apology.

Wouldn't he just love to shut her up in a moment or two when she was actually having a go at him, she thought. Locking the door of the control room didn't seem to alert the lads to her shenanigans, they continued chatting and wandering about not getting all that much done really. So she wasn't really interrupting.

"Alright- ready?" Jackie looked down upon the addled faces, all glancing up in unison, and grinned. Then remembered; She was actually supposed to be angry. Supposed to be an upset mother and tell these pompous characters off.

Well get ready you lot.. "Now that I have your attention...."

Hang on, you're not to touch that. You'll be fired"

"Can't fire what's not employed Mister McCartney can you. Right here's how it will be. I will speak, you will listen, I will leave, you will co-operate. Understood-"

"It's a female version of Hilter or he himself in drag" Lennon proclaimed "It's the damn'ds thing you know, thinking about Hitler in drag, doesn't the mind wand-"

"Mister Lennon are you done wondering about Hitler in stockings?!" Jacqueline admonished lightly.

"Well I would have, but you interrupted me, didn't you and for your information it was a mini skirt and heels" John smirked and looked skyward wondering about bloody Hitler in drag whatever would his crazy arsed head think of next.

"You don't interrupt John when he's having a rant luv, it gets twice as long" With a crash on the snare Richy stood and moved a little closer to the window to see who the interloper was.

"I wasn't ranting you pillock" Picking up his thoughts and dragging them back toward the bloody cleaner that currently was hijacking the control room, John sat in the folding chair and spread his legs out in front of him.

Before she knew it Jackie herself got involved in Johns 'comedy' "Excuse me... Hitler in the control room to crazy town studio, do you read- over?"

"Scussrrrrrreeeek crazy town reading you over- ten six" George grinned back as he answered the lady in the control room, this was an amazing way to set the tone for the afternoon. John and Paul had been chasing in circles over the new song and he had had enough of repeating the chords over and over. Now this cleaner was pranking them, blooming marvellous.

"Ten four you numbskull" Ringo poked George in the bum with his drumstick then took off behind the piano.

"Please let me rant and I'll be on my way" Jackie shook her head they were worse than children, was it always like this. How-ever did anything get done?

"Well why didn't you say that in the first place" John leaned forward, the sarcasm etched in his words "Please, the floor is yours... rant away" John swept his hand around for Jackie to take the stage.

"Why are you letting her rant?"

"Better than being bored watching you chew you pen then listen to you whinge about the ink stains on your lips Paul"

"I do not-"

"Last Tuesday"

"And the Friday prior" Ringo chimed in.

"Please Hitler, begin" Paul gave up, he'd let mini Hitler rant then chew his bloody pen. She was a compact chick, obviously she had bad eyesight like John. Her eyes were hidden mostly behind lens like Lennon's coke bottle glasses but they were nice yeah? A nice deep green. Quite like green eyes. She seemed old but dressed how she was and being a cleaner would have the youth sucked right out of you.

"Zeig Heil!" John coped a milk arrowroot in the chest for his troubles "What! Com' on...Just setting the mood George. It was funny"

"That's it I'm coming down there, you're all like toddlers" Jackie didn't know what else to do, John was a bloody loon and she hadn't said one word yet. Turning the lock, she brought the cleaning products, damp towels and herself down the stairs.

"Sound the alarm- Hitlers invading"

"Geezers John lay off would ya" Paul sat on the piano bench with a thud as Jackie's feet hit the studio floor. Tiny feet.

She through the towels all over John and watched quietly as he tore them off his head, stood and silently leered in her direction. "Now that I have your attention... John. May I proceed?"

"Proceed to the nearest exit and all shall be forgiven"

"Well too bad I'm saying this if it's the last thing I do"

"It will be the last thing you do in regards to your employment with EMI Inc. P slash L propriety property"

"I don't work for EMI"

"Well who the bloody hell are you then"

"A concerned citizen"

"Arrr the mist clears"

"John let her talk"

"I've had about enough of you lot creating chaos in this neighbourh-"

"Look lady-"

"No Mister Lennon you look. Both you and the other princes"

"Did she just call me a prince?"

"Yes, Prince Ringo of Dingleton"

"It would be Prince Ringo of Kennsington now though, wouldn't it" Richy piped back.

"Oh right, I forgot you moved.... Jube?"

"You moved too George" The droll words rolled from Richy's lips and he had a big grin at George's forgetfulness.

"Don't confuse the confused, Richard" An amused John re-joined the festivities.

Jackie rounded on John and faced him proper, it was no good talking to his back "Now... I want you people to withhold from creating hysteria in the mornings before school. Dozens of girls are tardy and missing classes because of you lot and your need for constant attention"

It's not our faul-"

"Oh, yes it is. You have young girls running all over the shot grabbing your film and your biscuits and heavens knows what else through-out the day, and it's driving mothers batty"

"And it's our fault because..."

"Because you turn up on those steps there, outside this building and autograph and smile and giggle with them like little boys needing attention"

"I hardly want a ten-year old's attention" John spat and Jackie nearly clocked him. These girls thought they loved him, they were all ever so young but these young fans hearts told them these four boys were perfect boyfriend material. Special.

"Well you're getting it aren't you! Ten to thirty year old's, school girls, shop workers; they all stand out there and primp and pray one of you mugs will deliver them to heaven even if it's just with a wink and smile a day" Jackie was on a roll hands flying and gesturing her point as she continued blustering about issues.

"Am I the only one that will say it.." John looked at the others all staring at Jackie as she cartwheeled her hands and pointed a nasty finger in his direction. "You're a nutter"

"Hang on John there has been more birds in school skirts of late" Paul scrubbed his bottom lip in wonder. She was all over John in a non-rude fashion, shaping up to him, not backing off one iota and even if John wasn't throwing her over his shoulder and carting her out to the nearest rubbish bin, he was giving her the deathliest leer he could conjure. Shit, even he himself didn't like Lennon's leers.

Jackie fairly seethed with anger. How dare he speak of children like that, all her previous thoughts of him winged out the nearest window at pace. Jackie rounded on Paul ....

John swiped mock sweat from his brow and went to walk off "Don't move Lennon, I haven't finished with you yet. And you Mister Smarmy McCartney, so they're school skirts now are they? They have names you know Mister big shot or you could have some sense of moral right and call them students not lump them all into 'birds in skirts'- "

"Hang on luv"

"I'm not your luv, Mister McCartney "

"Ain't that a relief" John interjected swiftly.

"And you Lennon, grabbing my daughter, dragging her up your body. Disgusting"

"What the bloody fuck. I did not"

"Did too. I heard her talking about it- your hand about her arm, dragging her up to her feet ever so slowly, giving her a good and close showing of your tight trousers, every shiny clasp of your zipper, then ever higher, your belt buckle, nice and close she was to your chest, she even saw your chewing gum in your mouth! ... She's thirteen Mister"

"Alright - Beth right? This is about Beth. But I never did that, she leant down to fetch Maccas smokes and I lifted her from imminent danger"

"What danger?!!- Would she have caught something?!"

"Hang on now, that's a little low"

"And so was my daughter!"

"You know what, that's the crutch of it isn't it." Johns finger stabbed toward her person. She closed the gap instead of backing away "She's your daughter, perhaps you and your husband should not be so busy ignoring the girl and walk her to school. Where is your better half anyway... shouldn't he be defending her, or you, for that matter?"

Jackie dropped her gaze. Stunned with one word she was. Even here she was being told to stand behind a man.

"Alright, alright let's settle down a smidge and all try and be reasonable" Paul stepped between John and Jackie they had been stepping ever closer and ended the altercation toe to toe, almost nose to nose " Now mum- Beth's mum, right?"

Jackie nodded, suddenly mute, eyes darting off to the side. This was foreign this place, this world, men stood about looking at her like she was a deranged person. And even if there were a man in her life, even if she had someone, surely her words didn't need fortification with, or behind, his. John frowned, she must have let the annoyance on her face slip a little and let the sadness of defeat, over a stubborn daughter, drift through her cheeks.

"She's a good girl that one" John offered confidently hoping to shatter the tension.

And she was, Kate was ringleader, Beth was polite and just awash with awe. Never yelling, well not screeching like a lot of the others did. "She gave back Paul's change an' all"

"What?" Paul cocked that eyebrow of his. Yes that eyebrow Jackie wanted to run a finger over. He made a face at John "No she didn't"

"Change from the errand she ran. I told her to keep it..."

"That was nice. She offered to bake some biscuits for me said her mum was an awesome cook. I do believe that's you!" George smiled warmly and popped his head to the side like a puppy questioning Beth's mums' appearance. Something familiar lurked about her, jangling in his brain. He shook his head, he'd remember if he'd seen this mumma bear before.

Paul's fingers found her shoulder, curling warm and safe over her skin. The sleepy streams of her blood bubbled to life.

He was very good with people, John pushed him to the fore and Paul just did his thing. A sincere smile, a warm friendly hand placed gently worked every time but he didn't want her thinking this was his game.

Without rhythm or reason this woman impressed him. Strength in the smallest package, a mother wanting to protect, a woman who took risks and disguised herself to break in to the inner hub of their sanctuary because it was that here.

This was one of the very few places the lads could blow off steam, create and breath without the noise and bedlam that found its way into everything around them.

And then she smiled at them for the first time and Paul found himself wishing the next time she smiled was just for him.

Jackie was a little proud of the girl that was under all the stubbornness of her daughter. Beth, even in awe, was forever polite, honest and kind.

"Look Missus arr...?"

"Gordon" Automatically the answer shot from her mouth. Again she was hiding behind a pretend husband.

"Missus Gordon" Paul stepped back, he hadn't realised how close he had been to her. Missus. "Let me have a word with the lads and we'll see what we can come up with alright." Paul then led Jackie toward the cleaners trolley then had a small laugh "Guess you won't be needing this anymore will you luv!?"

"It's alright I know where the cupboards and such are. I'm sorry for sneaking in like this, I just had to speak to you directly you know"

Jackie ran back to collect the towels and Paul found it all endearing, she was a character, but a decent human. She may have been a tad deceitful in getting entry to the building by posing as a cleaner but the girl had spunk and she completed all the tasks even knowing she wasn't here for the job.

Jackie shoved all the towels onto of the trolley and went to push it toward the double swing doors.

His fingers grasped her arm gently pulling her up, making her stop beside him "So... is any of this real then?" Paul touched the scarf and circled her face slowly with a finger.

"My face is real. Props not so much" Jackie took hold of the cart, manoeuvring it and placing it between them. It seemed he liked to be close when he spoke and he was so much taller it felt unnerving to her, not to mention the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach as his fingers caressed her arm. "May I ask something personal?"

"Fire away" Paul grinned happily, the tension had fled and it was if her previous school marm act was all it was, an act.

"What is the name of aftershave you're wearing?"

"That is rather personal isn't it." Paul smirked and leaned forward as if to come close to her again, then paused. Jackie watched his lips for a moment to only break away to look into his eyes. He smiled softly and continued closer his lips now so near to her ear she felt his warm breath, her body positively hummed at him being so near.

And so gorgeous he was, the face of an angel, eyes imploring and exploring her, daring her to question herself and what she had been doing. Why she had been hiding for so long "I'm not wearing any actually" he murmured softly, lingering for moments before reluctantly pulling himself away.

Paul couldn't help it, his body yanked him toward her like a magnet and he wanted to take the time to learn more about her and that being said, he wasn't even sure what she looked like! None of that mattered though, what he saw was enough and he wanted to take her slender hand and lead her to a nice room and listen, really listen, to everything she had to say.

"But you must be" Jackie blurted out immediately and found herself reddening with embarrassment. Paul shook his head in the negative, a tiny amused grin pulling at his lips.

He really was so sure of himself, stood there straight and tall not a smidge of embarrassment at her line of questioning.

Eyes now glued on the floor to stop herself ogling him Jackie dragged herself away, saw herself to the heavy timber doors.

Paul's fingers pressed the surface above her head swinging the door outwards and Jackie dejectedly drank in the finality of it all. John, Ringo and George all waited, milling about in the background, waiting for Paul to join them and for her to leave them in peace. Paul just continued there, right beside her, stood so close, his arms looming over her as he held the door. What would it be like to be in them, surrounded and enclosed in the warmth their embrace would offer...

It was all merely a daydream...

"See you later pet. I'll be sure to speak to the lads"

The door closed behind her.