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glossy dining table and then met hers with a raise of the eyebrows that made her cheeks burn at what they’d just done there ‘…that
this
ever happened?’
    God he had an ego to match the size of his manhood. This was clearly the part where as a normal groupie she would be meant to fawn over him and fan his massive ego until he got bored, at which point he would scout around for his next conquest and she would fade into the background, perhaps with just a parting whisper of gratitude as she went. No way was she giving that a chance to happen. She’d slept with him now, there was no going back and changing that, but it didn’t mean she had to carry on with the madness now it was done.
    ‘Absolutely,’ she said, looking him straight in the eye and smoothing her hair back from her face with both hands. She could just imagine what a fright it must look and she daren’t even hazard a guess at how her mascara had stood up to the experience. ‘I don’t want you to autograph my knickers, I’m not going to steal any of your belongings as a trophy and I’m sorry to disappoint you but I am actually going to shower later and wash off all your kisses.’
    He was staring at her, a look of amusement on his face, not remotely fazed. He’d made no attempt to obstruct her, had simply watched her dashing around the room and speed dressing with a smile playing about his lips.
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    Bit of a curved ball this.
    He had just worked out how to operate the controls on the hot tub, plans already forming in his head for a slow and languorous second-round laced with bubbles and waterjets, and she was on her way out of the door. He’d been ready to settle into an all-night experience, seeing how many more of her inhibitions he could erase.
    The shoulder-length blonde hair was no longer sleek and groomed. Instead it flicked out in haphazard waves which gave away exactly what she’d just been doing. And just looking at her like that, with her sensible make-up a bit smudgy now around her blue eyes, fired him right back up.
    Girls running out on him was uncharted territory. Where was the feverish writing down of phone numbers, the begging for assurances that yes, he would call (which in the event meant no, he certainly wouldn’t)? Where were the requests to have photos taken with him for sharing on Facebook? And more to the point, when had he ever post-sex had a girl ask
him
to forget about it and treat it as if it had never happened?
    That was his remit, wasn’t it? Maybe he was losing his touch. Had the last hour or so not been the most glorious experience? The way she’d slowly given up her shyness, shed inhibitions, put her trust in him and worked with him to push things to heights so dizzy he was actually stunned? She’d never had sex like that before, he knew it because she’d given it away with her hesitation, and that she’d trusted him enough to go with her instincts touched him on a visceral level that didn’t usually come into play.
    She was heading for the door now, clothes in disarray, jacket slung over one arm. He saw her dart to one side as she spotted her bra hanging over a side table and grabbed at it.
    ‘What if I need some arrangements making?’ he called after her. ‘Errands running…car … room service…?’
    ‘There’s a number attached to the phone,’ she said.
    ‘And will I get you?’
    She paused at the door and turned back.
    ‘I’m one of a team,’ she said. The look on her face told him that the real answer was a resounding ‘no’. Exasperation made him roll his eyes. She was a mass of infuriating contradictions. How could someone who’d given their everything to him in the last hour or so now be backtracking so fast he could barely keep up?
    She held the door open for a split second while she took a quick glance each way down the corridor, and then she slipped through the gap and was gone. The door clicked softly shut behind her.

CHAPTER FOUR
    ‘What the hell’s the matter with