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Authors: Rachael Johns
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shards soothe her aching muscles as she sang the hit classic “Oh, What a Night” at the top of her lungs. She couldn’t wait to get to her parents’ place, give them the present she’d spent eons choosing—a stunning sculpture for their beloved cottage garden—gorge herself on her mum’s roast…
Her hands froze in the midst of massaging shampoo into her scalp. Sadie. Her faithful Volkswagen Beetle still sat on the second floor of the office car park.
Blast!
Of all the stupid things she’d done, letting Cameron sweet-talk her into forgoing her car ranked highly. She hated public transportation at the best of times. Her job required her to be punctual or whole recording schedules could be delayed and she’d learned quickly not to rely on buses and trains. Taxis were a marginally better option…but on Christmas day? She’d have to be damn lucky.
She finished her hair quickly, not shampooing twice as she usually did so she could get straight on to calling a taxi. As she hastily wrapped a towel around her body, tucking it in at her chest, a persistent boom sounded at the front door. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Who could possibly be visiting at eight o’clock on Christmas morning? She hadn’t buzzed anyone up.
The knock sounded again and she reasoned it must be one of her neighbors. Mrs. Parker from across the hall had no doubt locked herself out of her flat yet again. And she could be very determined.
“Coming,” she called, collecting Mrs. Parker’s spare key from its spot in her fruit bowl as she padded across the kitchen. Hopefully the old woman—forgetful as anything when it came to the mundane but sharp as a spear when it came to being a busy-body—had gone to bed early last night. Who knew what noises could have drifted through the wall from Peppa’s bedroom to her neighbor’s living room? In fact, Mrs. Parker had probably manufactured an excuse to come visiting in order to poke her nose into the flat foraging for gossip. At least that was one good thing about Cameron having done a vanishing act. No evidence.
Still she’d have to concoct some story. Perhaps something about Fred missing his mother?
When Peppa opened the door, all thoughts of Mrs. Parker evaporated.
“Good morning.”
The air left her lungs, the key fell from her grasp and her hands shot to her chest, griping the towel to ensure it stayed put. Her visitor was not Mrs. Parker.
Definitely not.
Mrs. Parker could never look so breathtaking in camo-cargo trousers and a tight black T-shirt. Mrs. Parker could never make Peppa’s temperature soar, her legs wobble and her ovaries jump up and down simply by standing in the doorway. Mrs. Parker didn’t leave her tongue-tied and at a loss for words.
Cameron did all this. And more.
“Bit late for modesty, don’t you think?” He stretched one hand out to grip the door frame and shot her a wicked smile.
She swallowed, willing her brain to kick into gear while thinking he was a sight she could easily get used to.
“What are you doing here?” Her words sounded accusing but she’d only just got her head around his vanishing act and now he was here. In the flesh. Standing on the worn welcome mat like some X-rated gift from Father Christmas. ’Cos even fully clothed, he ought to come with a warning.
As she took a quick breath, he held out a brown paper bag and a holder bearing two disposable cups. “Aside from delivering fresh croissants and hot coffee, you mean?” He tilted his head to one side as if in deep contemplation. “I think the plan was I’d take you to collect your car.”
“Yes but…” A man who gave her multiple orgasms and brought food? Her heart soared and her nose smiled at the enticing smell but she let her words fade. Anything she said would betray the disappointment she’d felt waking up to find him gone. Such emotions weren’t part of the “coffee” deal and she didn’t want him to think her weak.
“Never mind.” He stepped into
Her hands froze in the midst of massaging shampoo into her scalp. Sadie. Her faithful Volkswagen Beetle still sat on the second floor of the office car park.
Blast!
Of all the stupid things she’d done, letting Cameron sweet-talk her into forgoing her car ranked highly. She hated public transportation at the best of times. Her job required her to be punctual or whole recording schedules could be delayed and she’d learned quickly not to rely on buses and trains. Taxis were a marginally better option…but on Christmas day? She’d have to be damn lucky.
She finished her hair quickly, not shampooing twice as she usually did so she could get straight on to calling a taxi. As she hastily wrapped a towel around her body, tucking it in at her chest, a persistent boom sounded at the front door. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Who could possibly be visiting at eight o’clock on Christmas morning? She hadn’t buzzed anyone up.
The knock sounded again and she reasoned it must be one of her neighbors. Mrs. Parker from across the hall had no doubt locked herself out of her flat yet again. And she could be very determined.
“Coming,” she called, collecting Mrs. Parker’s spare key from its spot in her fruit bowl as she padded across the kitchen. Hopefully the old woman—forgetful as anything when it came to the mundane but sharp as a spear when it came to being a busy-body—had gone to bed early last night. Who knew what noises could have drifted through the wall from Peppa’s bedroom to her neighbor’s living room? In fact, Mrs. Parker had probably manufactured an excuse to come visiting in order to poke her nose into the flat foraging for gossip. At least that was one good thing about Cameron having done a vanishing act. No evidence.
Still she’d have to concoct some story. Perhaps something about Fred missing his mother?
When Peppa opened the door, all thoughts of Mrs. Parker evaporated.
“Good morning.”
The air left her lungs, the key fell from her grasp and her hands shot to her chest, griping the towel to ensure it stayed put. Her visitor was not Mrs. Parker.
Definitely not.
Mrs. Parker could never look so breathtaking in camo-cargo trousers and a tight black T-shirt. Mrs. Parker could never make Peppa’s temperature soar, her legs wobble and her ovaries jump up and down simply by standing in the doorway. Mrs. Parker didn’t leave her tongue-tied and at a loss for words.
Cameron did all this. And more.
“Bit late for modesty, don’t you think?” He stretched one hand out to grip the door frame and shot her a wicked smile.
She swallowed, willing her brain to kick into gear while thinking he was a sight she could easily get used to.
“What are you doing here?” Her words sounded accusing but she’d only just got her head around his vanishing act and now he was here. In the flesh. Standing on the worn welcome mat like some X-rated gift from Father Christmas. ’Cos even fully clothed, he ought to come with a warning.
As she took a quick breath, he held out a brown paper bag and a holder bearing two disposable cups. “Aside from delivering fresh croissants and hot coffee, you mean?” He tilted his head to one side as if in deep contemplation. “I think the plan was I’d take you to collect your car.”
“Yes but…” A man who gave her multiple orgasms and brought food? Her heart soared and her nose smiled at the enticing smell but she let her words fade. Anything she said would betray the disappointment she’d felt waking up to find him gone. Such emotions weren’t part of the “coffee” deal and she didn’t want him to think her weak.
“Never mind.” He stepped into
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