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He left The Club.
    Disappointment
finally took over when he reached his car. It felt like a kick in the gut to be
without Patti and without an
explanation for why she’d stood him up.
     

 
    Chapter Seven
     
    Sleep
eluded Patti that night, and as soon as her morning alarm sounded, she climbed
out of bed and miserably got ready for work. She pulled on her skirt and a
shell top, and stood in front of her mirror to apply some makeup. Drawing a
line of kohl under her bottom eyelashes, she then slicked on some lip-gloss.
The sky was a perfect blue through her bedroom window as she collected her
purse. Ordinarily it would have lifted her spirits, but that day she felt
crushed with sadness. Patti drove to work without her usual music playing. She
gazed ahead as she waited in the traffic going over the bridge with sorrow
eating at her. What a cruel trick life had played. Cameron had been hers for a fleeting
moment, and now all she had was the memory of his touch. To her annoyance, her
thighs clenched as her body betrayed her. She craved his body against hers. She
longed for his intense gaze as he told her to undress.
    At
work, she couldn’t feel her normal excitement for the mock up as the team saw
what the new issue’s cover would look like. Then as
she took a coffee break, she allowed a sweep of anger to flow through her.
    It’s not fair. I really needed to meet
someone.
    In
that moment, Patti decided to stop visiting The Club, at least for now.
    I’ll give it a few weeks before I go
back. I have my vibrator and it’s summer, so maybe
I’ll take a few days’ vacation this time. I have heaps not used. I need
something. I need a change.
    ****
    Cameron
was in the gym. He’d checked on his clients and in an effort to dispel his
blues he worked out on the pull up bars, doing a short set of pull-ups and then
chin-ups. He dropped down onto the rubber matting alarmed that all he could
think about was Patti.
    Maybe it’s because I don’t know what
happened that I’m fucking obsessed with her. I like her, though, really like
her. He saw one of the gym members
struggling with a new rowing machine and went to help. If I keep as busy as possible I’ll stop worrying. No, I won’t. I’ll go
by The Club tonight and each night for the rest of the week. If she’s a regular
member she’s sure to turn up sometime.
    Cameron
had a climbing leader course to run and he left the other fitness trainers to
look after the gym circuit that was starting.
    The
afternoon and early evening flew by, but all the same, Cameron fretted over Patti.
    He
couldn’t get to The Club before nine but just after nine-thirty, he rocked up
feeling sure Patti would be there. After an hour and a half of hanging around
and not even approaching a Sub who clearly needed a Master’s attention, he left
berating himself for being sentimental.
    Every
night that week Cameron raced off to The Club when he could but Patti never
showed up. On Saturday night, he and Blake were having dinner together at the
local steak house. It was already after nine, because they’d opened the fitness
center until late. Cameron fiddled with his cutlery as he waited for his order
to arrive. He moved his water glass around and around in circles, gazing at the
huge fish tank in the center of the room. He knew Blake was talking but about
what, he couldn’t say, his thoughts were on Patti. She hadn’t shown up for a
whole week. Now he’d started to be anxious that she was ill, that something had
happened to her, she’d been mugged, had a car accident, or worse … he’d
considered knocking on every door of the apartments and conversion on the long
avenue by the river where Patti might live and then he’d thought better of that
enterprise. People were security-conscious to the max these days and he might
be arrested or something. He’d considered researching every fashion magazine
for a hint she worked there, and he could contact her via the site, but there
were thousands and it seemed