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waking him with a lazy, indulgent exploration of his talented body were short-lived. Where his head had molded her spare pillow only hours earlier, Fred now slept, purring contentedly.
    What did you expect? Breakfast in bed? She scolded her whimsical romantic heart as she pulled the kitten’s warm, furry body into her arms. His ginger coat felt smooth against her bare chest but did nothing to soothe the heavy, almost sad beat that strummed deep within.
    How could she have ever reasoned that sleeping with Cameron McCormac was a good idea?
    Uh, do you want me to write a list? The previously repressed nymphomaniac side of her conscience spat sarcastically.
    While she tried to crush the voice with a metaphorical baseball bat, she had to concede it made a good point. Never before, not even in three long years with Tim had she been made to feel so sensual, so alive, so feminine as she had last night. It couldn’t be denied Lyrique’s new head certainly knew his way around the female body. His erotic exploration had unleashed some kind of banshee within her. The tender spot between her legs throbbed at the reminder of just how uninhibited she’d been.
    She cringed, one hand rushing to ease her temples which pulsed with a different kind of pain. Panic.
    What if they ran into each other at work? Not that it had ever happened before, but being his employee, being in the same building, there was every chance they could. Why hadn’t such thoughts of embarrassment yanked her back to her senses last night? She clung to the hope that office life would continue as per usual and she’d never even see Cameron at work. Although that thought left an empty feeling in her gut, as well.
    Fred mewed and she realized she was clutching him too tightly. “Sorry, little man,” she said, loosening her grip as she placed a kiss on the kitten’s head. A kiss that was as much an attempt at calming her as it was Fred.
    But annoyance quickly stamped out the unease.
    If Cameron were any kind of gentleman, the least he could have done would have been to wake her and say goodbye. Instead, he’d run under the cover of darkness, while she’d been sleeping soundly and it made what had been an amazing experience somehow seem tacky.
    It made her feel like some cheap…
    Perhaps that’s all she meant to him. A simple means to his release. A case of Peppa being in the right place at the right time…or the wrong place at the wrong time, depending on the way she chose to look. He obviously hadn’t felt a smidgen of the magical connection she had. Just like Tim, he’d only wanted her for one thing.
    She shuddered, swallowed a sniff and laid Fred back on the pillow before pushing herself out of bed. She ought to get these pathetic, stupid, futile thoughts out of her mind. God knew she’d wasted enough time in the last few months crying over her belittling break-up with Tim and she’d been with him three years. It wasn’t right to let some hot, inconsiderate, selfish tool of a man ruin her Christmas.
    Peppa took a deep breath—recalling her yoga techniques—as she located a fresh towel for her shower. Inhale. Exhale. She tried to tell herself there was no point wallowing over the best sex of one’s life. And, no matter what she thought of her partner in lust, his prime spot in her very limited circle of lovers was a no-brainer. She didn’t indulge in one-night stands on a regular basis—okay never before last night, which is probably why she felt so bereft—but she should have known from the word coffee that’s all it could ever be.
    It was stupid to feel so affronted.
    And she’d be a fool to deny it had served its purpose—her room still smelled of his enigmatic presence and her body still sung, reminding Peppa just how much of a woman Cameron had made her feel.
    He’d given her the perfect Christmas present.
    Unable to stop a slow, satisfied smile stretching across her face, she hopped in the shower with a newfound confidence, letting the hot