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Cameron peered around the cupboard door. He was sure Sally would be on her way. The only thing he’d left her to do was empty the ice, then she was free to join David. He still wasn’t sure how wise the action he was about to take was. He knew how he wanted it to go, but there was no way he could be sure if it would work out or not.

Sally was concentrating on balancing on her heels and not slopping the icy water down herself. She couldn’t possibly afford to get soaked through twice in one day, especially as she wasn’t sure if her other dress would be presentable enough to wear tomorrow if she ruined this one now.

Taking a protected breath, Cameron waited, and trusting that what had worked before would work again, just as Sally was fully into the tiny storeroom, he turned around quickly, making her jump, so that the two ice buckets slipped from her hands, and doused both of them in a frozen tidal wave of water ...

Chapter Five

CAMERON PLACED A HAND on Sally’s mouth to prevent the scream of shock that was hurtling up her throat as she stood, almost chest to sodden chest with him in the cupboard, mute fury blazing in her narrowed cat-like eyes.

‘Hell, I’m sorry I ...’ Cameron was amazed at how genuine he sounded. His gaze unable to leave Sally’s wet dress for the second time that day. Although the word “wet” didn’t really cover it this time. She was drenched. They both were.

Cameron pressed his back against the closed store room door behind him, his shirt, tie, and suit trousers had turned from light shades of blue and grey to dark, where the weight of the water had fallen against him.

Shivering, ice cubes in her cleavage, her dress clinging to every curve of her body, Sally violently kicked the champagne buckets away from her feet, and advanced on Cameron with an air of pure unadulterated anger carved into her round face. ‘You ... you!’ She spat out her words, incoherent with rage, ‘Look at me! Again! They say I’m the clumsy one, but I’m nothing compared to you! Look what you’ve done to me!’

‘And me. I’m soaked as well.’ Despite feeling horribly uncomfortable in his sopping clothes, Cameron found it an effort to sound cross when he’d so successfully achieved his goal. There was no way she could meet David looking like this.

‘Good. I’m glad you’re wet too.’ Something about Cameron made her feel like stamping her foot and having a tantrum. Sally rubbed her arms, sighing as she spoke ‘I’m fucking freezing.’

‘Me too. We have to get these clothes off ASAP or we’ll both catch pneumonia!’

Cameron had already taken off his tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt with speed, minuscule chunks of ice dropping from him as he moved.

Sally tried not to be impressed by the firm torso that was being so unexpectedly revealed. It was far more muscular than she’d thought it would be, and as the cotton material came away from his shoulders, she found herself giving a small involuntary gasp as her eyes were confronted by a three inch long Celtic cross tattoo at the very top of his right arm.

She shook herself, very aware of the ice trapped against her bra, and how much she really needed to take off her own clothes. That was typical Cameron. He was so damn infuriating. She wouldn’t be able to get comfortable until she was back in her room. It was all right for him to take off his top, but she could hardly do that. It was bad enough that he was staring at her as if he had X-ray vision; examining her as if she was already devoid of clothing.

Common sense took hold of her. ‘What are you doing? You can’t strip off in here! People will think we’ve been up to something when you leave!’

‘I don’t care what people think. You’re a mass of goose pimples, woman. Take that bloody dress off. It’s virtually see-through now it’s soggy anyway, so it isn’t a case of preserving your dignity is it?’

Shaking openly now, Sally didn’t want to think about having to run through Reception towards the lifts looking a total mess for the second time that day. She attempted to get past Cameron to the door without glancing at his torso, which was having an unreasonable effect on her libido. Men like Cameron were not supposed to have tattoos. Somehow it felt as if he was being unfair to her whole belief system just by having one. She began to wonder if he had any more, then taking a firm hand with her imagination said, ‘Just let me get back to my room, then I can warm up and sort out this dress. God knows what I’ll wear tomorrow!’

Cameron caught Sally’s arm, the heat of his touch surprising her considering how cold they both were. She found herself being propelled towards him in the small space, her chest squashed against his. He was so close, his grip so tight, and yet not only couldn’t she move, she found she wasn’t even trying to pull away. A voice at the back of Sally’s head was yelling at her, asking why she wasn’t struggling, but she ignored it, for the rest of her body seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do.

Seizing the hem of Sally’s dress, Cameron moved quickly, his pulse thudding in his ears, expecting her to slap him away at any second, as he yanked the jet black fabric over her head.

Her breasts ached, but only partly because they had been doused in cold water. Not waiting for Cameron to help, Sally unhooked her black bra, whimpering with the relief at the removal of its restraining presence.

Cameron’s quiet murmur of satisfaction at the sight of the tits he’d fantasised about on so many occasions was lost as he bent in the narrow space, immediately burying his head between then,

For a split second Sally’s brain engaged, and she stepped away. Cameron shuffled after her, and fixing his mouth around Sally’s right breast, kissed it lightly between hungry bites, his lips warming her outside and in. Sally found she couldn’t move. In fact she wanted to be closer. Much closer.

Grasping his shoulders, Sally inched nearer, forcing more of her breast into his mouth, groaning in delight as his other hand yanked at her knickers, which had developed a new wet sheen that had nothing at all to do with the emptying of the champagne buckets. She stepped out of her underwear quickly, shaking her knickers from the heels of each shoe.

Peering up, Cameron took in her beauty with an air that was part bewildered wonder and part animal lust. Catching her around the waist, he hoisted Sally up, pushing her bum onto a shelf behind her, so that they were face to face. Neither spoke, talking would have broken whatever spell they were under. He landed his lips on hers, more crushing her than kissing her, as she hungrily responded. Her mouth taking out the fury she felt towards this impossible man. While she worked, leaning forward so she didn’t become impaled on the shelves behind her, Sally’s hands strayed to his tattoo, running her fingernails over it again and again, her subconscious wondering if picturing him in that set of mechanic’s overalls had been such a way off idea after all.

She closed her eyes as Cameron’s mouth moved down her neck, biting into it; hurting her, and yet somehow sending out shots of bliss as his teeth grazed her skin. Sally’s unpainted nails copied his actions, digging into his shoulders and neck, running through his hair, scraping his scalp. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t stand the man. All that mattered now was seeing how good he could make her feel, and working out how to get his trousers off so she could kneel and engulf his cock.

Strong arms slipped back around her waist, lifting Sally off the shelf. Not pausing in his kissing quest, Cameron positioned Sally against the door. Lowering his face to his assistant’s chest, his right hand made a beeline for her mound. Sally almost cried as he cupped her soft pussy, squeezing her tight. She clamped her lips together, remembering in the nick of time that they might be overheard.

She felt dizzy, half hot and half cold, every sense heightened as fingers played her clit while her boss’s tongue flicked at her right nipple so fast she thought she’d explode with the effort of not screaming out loud. Her eyes were clamped closed, her mind swam, not ready to admit it was Cameron James who was making her feel like she could orgasm right on the spot.

Keeping up his attention to her tit, knowing she was close, Cameron groped against the floor, searching for the discarded buckets. He was sure there’d still be a few shards of the diminished ice cubes left inside. Eventually, his fingers closed around a few solid lumps. They were melting fast, but were about to melt even faster.

Taking a handful of solid water, he moved quickly. Releasing her breasts, he fell to his knees, driving the ice deep into her channel before Sally’s flesh had even registered the loss of his rapid fire tongue against her nipples.

This time, Sally really did scream, her hand flying to her mouth, the shock of such an intense chill making her bite her own skin to stifle her yells, as she quivered and rocked between Cameron and the door. So that the ice couldn’t fall back out as Sally convulsed, her body trying to escape the delicious shock of cold, Cameron drove his tongue up after it, both plugging the frozen water in place, and treating Sally to some intense oral fucking.

With his dick throbbing beneath his trousers. Cameron snaked one hand back up her, pinching Sally’s nipples as he ate, his free hand massaging her clit, as she begin to spasm against him.

Panting, not quite able to believe what had just happened, and high from her ice induced climax, Sally wasn’t ready to think, and she certainly wasn’t ready for this to end. She was too pent up. Too angry. Breathing ragged, her limbs heavy, she swung round in the cupboard’s limited space, slamming Cameron against the door.

Sally avoided looking at him. She didn’t want to see his knowing expression, or risk that he might be mocking her in some way for needing to carry on with what they were doing. Grabbing Cameron’s belt, she unhooked it, dragged down his damp trousers, peeling them off his legs where they had dried against him. Sally tugged at his boxers as well, bunching them around his ankles. Then, falling to her knees, the puddle of melted ice water oozing around her bare legs, she began to feast, her fingers discovering the sensitive area around his balls, ignoring his yelps, as she deep throated him with fierce energy.

After a few seconds Sally drew back and began to blow him off at a calmer pace. Lapping at his helmet, while teasing his balls, she explored Cameron’s cock. Enjoying the different tones and pitches of moans and grunts that were emanating from his mouth, Sally relaxed slightly, knowing she had him totally at her mercy.

Absorbed in his taste, the texture of the shaft, and the marginally uneven balls that weighed in her palm, Sally noticed the sudden switch in Cameron’s stance. His legs had stiffened, and the hands that had been stroking her red hair, began to clasp her head, his short nails digging into her scalp with obvious urgency.

Returning to her previous deep throat technique, Sally pumped her mouth against him quickly. Cameron angled his crotch closer to her face, almost ramming her in his need to be totally engulfed.

‘Oh God, Sally, you’re fucking amazing.’ Cameron spunked into her as he spoke, his foam shooting against the back of her throat as she swallowed, using the back of her hand to wipe excess seed from her chin.

Her chest heaved, partly from the aftermath of her climax, but mainly due to the rage in her, which seemed to be increasing rather than diminishing.

Cameron hauled up his horribly moist trousers and moved forward to hold Sally close. But before he had the chance to wrap his arms around her, she stepped back. Pulling her dress on with speed, and shoving her underwear into her bag, she crossed her arms protectively.

There was no disguising Cameron’s bemusement, ‘What is it? Sally, that was incredible! Really incredible.’

‘What is it?’ Sally’s heart thumped every bit as fast as it had done when she’d been climaxing 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 moment common sense had deserted her; she had genuinely wanted him. All she could regret on that front was not having found out how it felt to have his gloriously fat dick wedged right up inside her.

Too tired to consider what that might mean, and feeling increasingly guilty about not meeting David as she’d promised, Sally had finally hauled herself out of the bath, and collapsed into a heap on the bed, thankful she didn’t have to start work until lunchtime tomorrow.

Having risen late, and hidden until the last possible minute before going to the trade stand, Sally only got up the courage to read the new note after two black coffees.

Sally

I love the wet look. 

You have a beautifully shaped chest.

Staring at the paper, Sally wasn’t sure whether to be offended that David was being so forward, flattered that he’d liked what he’d seen, or mortified that despite her efforts to keep a low profile, David had spotted her last night, or more likely she suspected, yesterday lunchtime. Groaning, Sally knew she had to apologise to David before work, or she’d never be able to face him later. He was bound to come and find her to see what had happened, and no way was she going to give Cameron the chance to get in with his explanation first. She wasn’t sure if she could trust him not to tell David the truth.

Merely the thought of Cameron made her flush, and her breasts tighten. Sally told herself it was simply her body’s reaction to not having had sex in quite a while. She couldn’t stand the man, so that was the end of that.

Reaching for the phone, Sally connected to room service, ‘Good morning, could I have a line to David Riley in room 301 please?’

David was watching for her as Sally and Cameron closed their stand for the evening dinner break. The air between the Zelcon team was so tense, it was almost tangible.

David’s smile as he took in Sally wearing her original, now rather crumpled grey dress was approving as he waited for her. ‘Ready?’

‘Yes, let’s go.’ Unable to keep the relief at being rescued from her voice, Sally allowed David to take her arm and steer her towards the dining room by the elbow, in a rather more domineering fashion than she would normally have allowed.

Nodding a greeting at Cameron as they passed, David either didn’t notice or didn’t care that Cameron failed to nod back. His face had been like thunder the second David had homed in on her. Sally’s stomach churned. He couldn’t hate David that much, could he? And why shouldn’t she see him for dinner? After all, Cameron must know that she owed David an apology.

As her companion pulled out her chair for her to be seated, she began to wonder what on earth they were going to talk about. Cameron’s warning about David being something of a predator when it came to women was rebounding around the inside of her head, but she smiled brightly and did her best to dismiss it as Cameron’s sour grapes. The ladies probably just thought David was more attractive than he was. He isn’t, though. The voice at the back of Sally’s head took her by surprise. And she found herself examining her dinner date more closely as he read the menu.

Where Cameron had crisp hazel eyes, the sort of eyes you could lose yourself in, David’s somehow seemed too bright, like they were too blue to be true. His gelled back spiked hair, which had seemed perfectly normal and presentable yesterday, seemed a little too slick today, a bit greasy even. Sally’s crotch twitched as she thought about Cameron naked. This is ridiculous. She tried to stop herself from over-thinking and focused on the matter in hand. What could she possibly eat that would make minimum mess?

Last night Sally had wished she’d been able to talk to Carol, but it had been so late by the time she could think straight that she hadn’t wanted to wake her up, and in the cold reality of the morning, Sally hadn’t been able to face her best friend’s “I told you so” as she discovered that her theory had been correct. Cameron really did have the hots for Sally.

Sally was aware that David was talking to her, something about the latest research he was involved in at work. Smiling and nodding in all the right places, she was distracted further from their one sided conversation by a chilling thought that crept up her spine and refused to go away. Cameron didn’t like her at all. He probably didn’t hate her as she had previously imagined, but that was it; he had no feelings for her beyond his new appreciation that she was good at her job. Beyond that, she had been a convenient screw. Just like he was for you...wasn’t he?

It had just been sex. No wonder he hadn’t spoken to her all morning. He was probably used to bonking and running from women at a conference, but he was stuck with her until tomorrow. It wasn’t David who was the letch – it was Cameron bloody James!

For a second, she felt sick; but then, said a faint sound of reason at the very back of her head, you haven’t said anything to him all day either. For fuck’s sake girl, you’ve moved around the stand together like complete strangers, not like two people who had borderline pornographic sex last night. He stuffed ice up your cunt, woman!

‘Are you with me, Sally?’ David was looking concerned, his arm stretched out across the table towards her.

‘Oh yes, sorry. As I said on the phone, I had rather a heavy night. I’m still a bit tired.’ Sally sipped from her glass of cola, ‘I really am very sorry, you know. I’ve never stood anyone up in my life. I feel really bad about it.’

He clasped her wrist, and Sally had to struggle not to take it away, his hold felt uncomfortably possessive, ‘Hey, I told you, it isn’t a problem. You couldn’t have come if you’d got locked in the store cupboard!’

‘I still feel rather embarrassed; it was such a stupid thing to do.’ Sally lowered her eyes, her embarrassment genuine, even if the cause for it was rather different to the “getting trapped in the store cupboard, with no signal on her phone, after the door had unexpectedly swung closed, with no handle on the inside” story she had given David that morning.

‘At least you weren’t in there with grumpy CJ. Not only could you have been freezing, but bored to death as well.’

‘CJ?’

‘Cam James – your boss.’

‘Well, temporary boss. Graham, you know, the guy I was here with last year, is training him up. Cameron is his new right hand man I guess.’

David shook his head, successfully conveying his disbelief at her naivety, ‘But he is your boss, Sally, or he will be in a couple of weeks. Graham is retiring this month.’

Sally’s glass, almost at her mouth, slipped, cola splashing against her chin in her surprise. Wiping it away hastily, not missing the flash of disapproval in David’s eyes at her lack of poise, she said, ‘What do you mean? Graham loves his job, why would he retire?’

‘Cam hasn’t told you, has he?’

‘No. He hasn’t.’ Sally felt a fresh burst of cold, but this time it was nothing to do with the interesting positioning of ice. So, Cameron has been checking out his marketing leader in every possible way. That really was all it was. His bonking me was his way of letting me know he is the boss. A lever to control me; something to threaten to tell the others in the office if I step out of line.

David’s eyes were laughing at her, even if his expression was maintaining a mask of concern; for a split second she wondered if he knew what she’d really been doing in the cupboard, ‘I’m sorry, Sally, I thought everyone knew.’ He held her hand even tighter, but this time she pulled it sharply away, not caring that she toppled the salt cellar as she did so.

Laying aside her napkin very carefully, once again forgoing a meal, Sally slowly stood up, taking extra care not to knock anything else over, ‘If you’ll excuse me David, I have some calls to make.’

Thankful that the lift back to her room was empty, Sally hammered Carol’s number into her mobile phone.

‘Hey Sal, how’s it going?’ Carol’s cheery greeting died on her lips as she listened to her friends barrage of incoherent sentences as she offloaded the confusion of the last twelve hours; ending with the discovery that Graham was retiring, and that David had made her feel a total fool.

‘Hang on, Sally, pause for breath, girl.’ Carol struggled to make sense of everything she’d heard, ‘let me see if I’ve got this right. 1. You’ve had sex involving ice cubes in a cupboard with Cameron James. 2. You think he only did it to show you your place in the new order of things at Zelcon. 3. This new order of things being that Graham is retiring. 4. You got all that from a conversation with David, whoever he is?’

Sagging onto the armchair in the corner of her bedroom, kicking off her shoes, Sally said, ‘That’s about it. And there have been more notes as well.’

‘More?’

‘I’ve had two pushed under the door now,’ Sally glanced towards the bedroom door she’d just stormed through, spotting another folded piece of paper, ‘Better make that three.’

‘Will you bloody well calm down and tell me what on earth is going on up there? How many men have you got on the go in that hotel, you lucky cow?’

Picking up the latest note, Sally began to explain who David was to her friend. Silently listened before responding, Carol said, ‘And you say Cameron can’t stand him?’

‘Apparently not, but he hasn’t said why.’

‘Maybe he just thinks he’s a creep?’

‘Could be. To be honest, I’m beginning to think he isn’t quite all he seems, but I’m pretty sure he’s behind the notes.’ Sally read out the third one.

Sally

You smell amazing. You are amazing.

PS. Don’t trust him.

‘Well David got that last bit right! I wouldn’t trust Cameron James as far as I could spit.’

Carol’s forceful tut would have caught the attention of even the most distracted toddler, ‘Are you really that daft, Sally?’

‘Don’t you start.’

‘Sorry, sweetie, but think about it. Are these notes signed?’

‘Well, no.’

‘So, don’t you think it’s far more likely that Cameron sent them?’

‘That’s ridiculous. I told you, he doesn’t even like me!’

Virtually growling with frustration at her friend’s inability to believe that anyone could possibly think her pretty, Carol spoke clearly and steadily. ‘Am I really going to have to drive up to Oxford to make you see the obvious? If Cameron was using you last night he would have fucked you and walked. But if you are describing things correctly, then it doesn’t sound like that was the case at all. I think it left you wanting more. Both of you. Am I right? Did you want more? Don’t you think he could be your bit of rough in disguise? How do you feel when you think about him now – honestly?’

Sally closed her eyes, fiddling with the new note between her fingers, thinking about how her body had reacted when Carol or David had mentioned Cameron’s name, and how she hadn’t dared look at Cameron. That hadn’t been just because she was embarrassed, but because she was afraid he’d see how much she craved him written all over her face. ‘Yes, I guess I did want more. The thought of what happened makes me hot. But that doesn’t mean I like him, just that I like what he can do to me.’

‘Finally!’ Carol sounded triumphant, ‘So the person not to trust has to be David. Cameron must have a good reason. Whether you like him or not, he isn’t stupid.’

‘Maybe.’ Sally felt tired and unbelievably stupid. Why am I always such a disaster with men?

Carol went on, ‘and how the hell would David know how your chest looks, or how you smell?’

‘Well, you see, the water soaked my dress, and it appeared a bit like I’d won a wet T-shirt competition, and I suppose ...’ Sally trailed off, leaving her sentence undone as the penny dropped, ‘... it’s been Cameron all along hasn’t it?’

‘Halleluiah!’

Sally put her head in her hands. ‘What the hell am I going to do, Carol?’

‘Easy.’ Sally could hear Carol taking a draft from her evening glass of wine, ‘First you read your emails. I suspect you haven’t checked them today.’

‘No, I haven’t even turned on my laptop; couldn’t face anything this morning, and I’ve not had time since.’

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