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hardly knew, but who could help how they felt? She certainly couldn’t.
    If I do bump into him, I’ll tell him what for and give him it as well. As well as my knee in his nuts and a jab to his cock. She bit her lip. She could still feel the silky soft skin, with the hard aroused core under it, as it slid through her fingers and he moaned his arousal.
    Bastard, I’m not a statistic, I’m a person. She couldn’t even find any comfort in the knowledge that they hadn’t actually made love, she’d just given him a hand job. Even though she’d wanted to make love, to feel him inside her and come as he touched her and filled her. It had taken every bit of her determination to leave him sleeping that morning. Only the look of exhaustion had stopped Debra waking him up and carrying on where they’d left off.
    Now she had to take satisfaction from that.
    Eventually common sense restored her humor somewhat. After all, she wasn’t the first person to fall for a corny line or ten and she wouldn’t be the last. Debra was also honest enough to admit to herself that she’d started it all. If she hadn’t come on to him in the first place, none of this would have happened.
    Lesson learned, keep your mouth and your legs shut. With that in mind, Debra intended to enjoy the rest of the day.
    After consulting her map, she made her way downhill and past the Peak tram station, until she reached Hong Kong Park.
    It was as busy as the botanical gardens, but had a quieter clientele. More older couples strolled between the carp ponds and amongst the flowerbeds and fountains, than school parties walking in formation along the wide pathways.
    Debra stopped to take a picture of a deep red flowering bush—she couldn’t understand the label and made a note to check it out on the net later. A tap on her arm made her jump. Her pulse sped up and her mouth became dry.
    She turned to see a pretty teenager holding a camera.
    Of course it won’t be him. Get a life.
    “Please, a picture with you?” The girl smiled. “My friend will take it.”
    Debra blinked. She knew some people liked pictures of anyone, but so far it hadn’t happened to her. However, she nodded and stood next to them in turn whilst they snapped away.
    The incident amused her. She must tell Lena that someone had thought her mum photogenic enough to want her to pose with them. Debra took several pictures herself—landscape, not portrait—and made her way out of the park and toward the nearest tram. A tram ride to rattle her bones and a visit to the supermarket to get food for dinner before she holed up in her room.
    It was annoying to feel she had to, but Debra knew enough about herself to know she’d be best not to meet Braam before her temper cooled down. She didn’t lose it often but when she did, everyone around ran for cover. Therefore the supermarket it had to be.
    The trouble was, Debra thought as she wandered up and down the aisles of the enormous basement supermarket an hour or so later, she didn’t know what she fancied, except damned Braam and he was off the menu. She settled for a cooked chicken and a mixed salad. Healthy and nutritious. Then she spoiled all her good intentions with a wedge of gateau smothered in cream and a large bar of chocolate. Sadly she knew the chocolate wouldn’t taste the same as at home, but she’d cope.
    She felt like a secret agent—or someone up to no good as she entered the hotel later. One doorman was busy hailing a taxi for a customer and the other was wheeling five suitcases and several suit carriers into one of the lifts.
    Debra waited until its doors had closed and called a different one. She got to her floor without it stopping and when the doors opened looked out into the corridor with caution. It was empty apart from a cleaner’s trolley at the opposite end of the corridor to her suite.
    Numpty, she berated herself . There is no earthly reason why Braam should be lurking on your floor, especially at this hour. Get a grip.