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against his beautiful physique. ‘You treat me like I’m worthless, you soak me, twice! Then you take advantage of me in a cupboard. And to top it all you have a bloody tattoo!’
    Cameron’s smile wiped from his face, his confusion plain, ‘Advantage of you! And I suppose you didn’t do anything. I don’t recall you stopping things at any point. Quite the opposite!’
    Sally said nothing. She knew she was being unreasonable, but that didn’t stop her feeling furious with both him, and if she was honest, with herself.
    ‘And what in God’s name has me having a tattoo or two got to do with it?’
    Not waiting for an answer, Cameron threw his shirt over his shoulder and left the cupboard, slamming the door shut behind him.
    Sally sat on the only dry bit of floor she could find. There was no way she could leave straight after him, people would jump to all sorts of conclusions; and besides David might still be waiting for her, and she couldn’t let him see her like this. The state of her dress was bad enough, but she suspected she smelt of sex, and she could still taste Cameron’s come in her mouth. Sally wasn’t ready to admit it tasted good. She wasn’t ready to admit a lot of facts that were now hammering for attention on the inside of her head. She was far too busy being cross with herself for doing what she had just done.
    After she’d been sitting for ten minutes, thinking through everything she and Cameron had said to each other that day, she suddenly remembered the last sentence he’d uttered, ‘And what in God’s name has me having a tattoo or two got to do with it?’
    ‘Two tattoos? Where the hell was the other one?’

Chapter Six

    SALLY WASN’T QUITE SURE how she’d got through the afternoon. She hadn’t even been able to glance at Cameron. In fact, she hadn’t really looked anyone in the eye since her secret shuffle out of the store cupboard long after the bar had closed and the day reception staff had been replaced by the night shift.
    When she’d eventually got back to her room, there had been a second note under her door. Already feeling guilty about standing David up; especially considering the manner in which she’d stood him up – not that she’d be telling him about that, Sally hadn’t opened the note straightaway, but had left it folded closed on the bed while she had stripped and immersed herself in a bubble bath of far too hot water.
    Even that hadn’t been the relaxing escape it usually was. Every part of her appeared different somehow. She couldn’t stop visualising Cameron against her skin. Her chest was blotched from where his teeth had bitten into her and, as she lay back, exhausted from her working day and her churned up emotions, Sally could almost feel his tongue on her flesh; over her tits and inside her channel. Her body contracted at the memory of his every touch.
    Inevitably, her mind strayed to his unexpected tattoo. She still couldn’t believe such a proper guy like Cameron James had a tattoo, let alone two of them. What was the second one? Another cross perhaps? Where was it? It had to have been on his back, or maybe his arse? Sally realised she might even have stroked it without being aware of it, and the thought gave her pussy a renewed burst of moist desire.
    Sinking further into the bath, her hair floating in the water around her, Sally began to speculate on when he’d got his body art and why. Had they been acts of drunkenness? Did he regret them? Was the hidden tattoo the name of a past girlfriend? It was a shock to find she didn’t like that idea very much, and Sally hastily moved her musings on.
    Her deep sighs ricocheted around the miniature bathroom. Why did I allow that to happen? She was sufficiently past the shock and anger of the night before to accept that she could have stopped their sex at any time, and she was fairly confident that Cameron wouldn’t have prevented her from walking away. But there, alone in the bath, she knew that in the