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Authors: Kay Jaybee
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turning him down, ‘I’m busy, David, but thank you for the kind thought.’
‘Why don’t I have a word with Cam, I’m sure he’ll see sense.’
‘See sense about what?’ Cameron’s abrupt appearance behind Sally made her heart thud with relief and a yearning she wouldn’t have thought possible a few days ago.
As she turned to explain to Cameron what was going on, David butted in, ‘I came to take Sally out, but she says you have a work meeting. Come on, mate, cut the girl some slack. Let her out to play.’
Cameron looked from Sally, who was obviously annoyed at David’s highhandedness, to David, who still seemed sure he was going to get his way, ‘The meeting was at Sally’s request. As my Zelcon stalwart, I am bound to grant her wish. Sorry, you’ll have to find another beautiful woman to make you look good tonight.’
David was about to protest, but a glance at the closed expressions on both their faces told him to give in gracefully before he made a fool of himself. With an “it’s your loss” shrug to Sally, he swaggered towards the bar.
Once he’d disappeared Cameron said, ‘Where was he planning to wine and dine you?’
‘Chinese a short walk away.’ Sally didn’t turn towards him, she was still coming to terms with the fact that Cameron had referred to her as being beautiful in front of David.
‘Sounds good, I’m starving. Shall we go?’
‘Won’t David be there?’ Sally really liked the idea of leaving the hotel for a while, not to mention that the prospect of eating a whole meal without having to leave the table sounded divine.
‘So what if he is there? We can ignore him.’
Hunger making her decide quickly, Sally nodded. ‘On two conditions: one, I can take these bloody shoes off once we’re sat down; two, you won’t give me a hard time if I spill stuff.’
‘Trust me,’ Cameron found he was struggling to keep his words level, ‘I don’t care about your shoes, and when off duty you can pour a whole pot of noodles over yourself for all I care.’
Immediately, he regretted having that thought. Already he could picture himself bent over Sally, circling and coiling strings of noodles around her breasts; her nipples the only part of her tits visible. He would eat each string off her delicious flesh ...
Rather huskily, Cameron said, ‘Come on, woman, if we don’t leave soon then we aren’t going to get this talk you say we need, because I happen to know that the store cupboard hasn’t been locked up yet.’ With that he grabbed the startled Sally’s hand, sending darts of longing through her entire body, as she was marched out of the hotel.
Chapter Eight
WALKING NEXT TO EACH other, Sally was very aware of the space between them as she tried to match Cameron’s lengthy stride with her own. Not great at walking in a straight line at the best of times, she had to concentrate not to accidently bump into him. Taking short steps around the hotel in high heels was one thing, but for any distance longer than a few feet, Sally preferred flat boots or trainers.
It felt good to be out of the artificial environment of the hotel. The late evening was pleasantly breezy, and the lightness of the summer meant it wasn’t yet dark.
Almost full, the restaurant buzzed with the low hum of private conversations, and the tempting aroma of sweet smelling cuisine hung in the air. Sally knew this had been an ideal choice for their planned talk. Intimate, and yet not obviously romantic; it was busy, but not so noisy that she couldn’t hear herself speak.
In only seconds the ultra efficient staff had them seated, menus were presented, and a basket of complimentary prawn crackers was placed centre stage on the red clothed table for two.
Cameron dived into the crackers, and to Sally’s relief, didn’t appear to care that tiny crumbs from his snack were dusting his shirt. She followed suit, fractionally more relaxed as she ate now that her companion had been the first to make a mess.
‘Why don’t I have a word with Cam, I’m sure he’ll see sense.’
‘See sense about what?’ Cameron’s abrupt appearance behind Sally made her heart thud with relief and a yearning she wouldn’t have thought possible a few days ago.
As she turned to explain to Cameron what was going on, David butted in, ‘I came to take Sally out, but she says you have a work meeting. Come on, mate, cut the girl some slack. Let her out to play.’
Cameron looked from Sally, who was obviously annoyed at David’s highhandedness, to David, who still seemed sure he was going to get his way, ‘The meeting was at Sally’s request. As my Zelcon stalwart, I am bound to grant her wish. Sorry, you’ll have to find another beautiful woman to make you look good tonight.’
David was about to protest, but a glance at the closed expressions on both their faces told him to give in gracefully before he made a fool of himself. With an “it’s your loss” shrug to Sally, he swaggered towards the bar.
Once he’d disappeared Cameron said, ‘Where was he planning to wine and dine you?’
‘Chinese a short walk away.’ Sally didn’t turn towards him, she was still coming to terms with the fact that Cameron had referred to her as being beautiful in front of David.
‘Sounds good, I’m starving. Shall we go?’
‘Won’t David be there?’ Sally really liked the idea of leaving the hotel for a while, not to mention that the prospect of eating a whole meal without having to leave the table sounded divine.
‘So what if he is there? We can ignore him.’
Hunger making her decide quickly, Sally nodded. ‘On two conditions: one, I can take these bloody shoes off once we’re sat down; two, you won’t give me a hard time if I spill stuff.’
‘Trust me,’ Cameron found he was struggling to keep his words level, ‘I don’t care about your shoes, and when off duty you can pour a whole pot of noodles over yourself for all I care.’
Immediately, he regretted having that thought. Already he could picture himself bent over Sally, circling and coiling strings of noodles around her breasts; her nipples the only part of her tits visible. He would eat each string off her delicious flesh ...
Rather huskily, Cameron said, ‘Come on, woman, if we don’t leave soon then we aren’t going to get this talk you say we need, because I happen to know that the store cupboard hasn’t been locked up yet.’ With that he grabbed the startled Sally’s hand, sending darts of longing through her entire body, as she was marched out of the hotel.
Chapter Eight
WALKING NEXT TO EACH other, Sally was very aware of the space between them as she tried to match Cameron’s lengthy stride with her own. Not great at walking in a straight line at the best of times, she had to concentrate not to accidently bump into him. Taking short steps around the hotel in high heels was one thing, but for any distance longer than a few feet, Sally preferred flat boots or trainers.
It felt good to be out of the artificial environment of the hotel. The late evening was pleasantly breezy, and the lightness of the summer meant it wasn’t yet dark.
Almost full, the restaurant buzzed with the low hum of private conversations, and the tempting aroma of sweet smelling cuisine hung in the air. Sally knew this had been an ideal choice for their planned talk. Intimate, and yet not obviously romantic; it was busy, but not so noisy that she couldn’t hear herself speak.
In only seconds the ultra efficient staff had them seated, menus were presented, and a basket of complimentary prawn crackers was placed centre stage on the red clothed table for two.
Cameron dived into the crackers, and to Sally’s relief, didn’t appear to care that tiny crumbs from his snack were dusting his shirt. She followed suit, fractionally more relaxed as she ate now that her companion had been the first to make a mess.
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