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“You sure it’s okay if I go early?” I’m leaning against the doorjamb of Tom’s office as he sits behind his desk, tapping away on his keyboard. He stops what he’s doing to turn and face me with a frown.

“Abby, your shift ends at 9 pm. You’re not leaving early. You’re leaving on time.” He runs a hand down his face.

“You look tired. You should head home. My thing isn’t important. I can stay and lock up,” I offer. Yeah, the promise of orgasms sounds good, and I’m not avoiding Cam. But I want Tom to know he can depend on me, especially with this new bar opening up in The Juniper building.

“I’m fine, Abs. You know book-keeping and accounts always make my eyes cross. I’m grateful to head out front and leave this for another day.”

“If you’re certain.”

“I am. What are you doing anyway? Got a date?” His lips curl into a smirk, clearly at the ready to rip the piss out of me at any opportunity.

“Just catching up with an old friend,” I tell him, enjoying the air of mystery I’m conjuring.

“Anyone I know?” he asks as he pushes back from his desk and rounds it to walk towards me.

“Nah, but I think you’d like him,” I say, tilting my head to the side as I realise that he probably would.

“If you mean I’dlikehim, you know I’m strictly a one-woman and one-man guy these days.”

“I mean, he’s hot and you’re not blind. But I just meant, I think you two would get on.”

“Maybe you should introduce us, then?”

“Yeah, maybe.” I let myself imagine it for a moment. Cam sitting up at the bar beside Jack and Cass, while Tom and I work behind it, all of us chatting and laughing. That would be kinda cool. But Cam doesn’t know anything about me. Although if he’s going to be around for six months, perhaps I could consider a temporary fling. Just while he’s here. I’ve never had any relationship last that long though, so perhaps not. Best I stick to my usual terms and stay as mysterious as possible.

I wave goodbye to the guys behind the bar after getting my bag and jacket from the staff room. I’m out the door and about fifty metres down the street before I remember my earlier promise. I wonder if I should just head to the hotel and surprise him, but I need to check his room number anyway. A call seems a bit much though, so for the first time in the three and a half months I’ve had Cam’s number saved on my phone, I shoot him a text:

Me:

Hey, it’s Pixie. On my way now. Should I come straight to your room?

My phone almost instantaneously starts to vibrate with an incoming call from the man himself. I blow out a sigh as I answer.

“You said you’d ring me.” His grumpy Scottish accent has excitement curling in my belly. Why do I enjoy winding this man up so much?

“Well, I texted you instead. I’m usually a text girl rather than a call girl. But perhaps, given your accent, I can get on board with the call thing. Only if you whisper dirty things to me though.”

He huffs out a laugh. “You really are a menace, aren’t you?”

“I’ll have you know, I’m a fucking delight.”

“Well, yeah, I do remember the delightful fucking, but you’re rubbish at following instructions.”

“I’m great at following instructions when they make sense. But there was no need to call you on the way over. I walk these roads at all hours. I know how to keep myself safe. And probably being on the phone and distracted by your sexy voice is less safe than if I had all my wits about me.” I wait for his banter back, but the line is silent. “Cam? You there?” The sound of his sigh comes across loud and clear.

“I’m still here. Don’t want to cause a distraction. Keep the line open, and we can chat when you get here.” His voice is brusque, causing a shiver in my shoulders. I’m torn between wanting to obey his every command and being the brattiest brat to ever brat just to see if he’d punish me.Uh-oh, we’re in trouble.

I listen hard, and there’s a comfort in hearing his breathing on the other end of the line. Minutes pass as I head towards his fancy hotel.

“Hey, what room are you in? Where will I meet you?”

“I’ll get you at the entrance,” he says briskly, and I can hear movement.

“You don’t need to do that. I can come straight to you.”

The entrance is still a few hundred metres away when a large figure steps out onto the street, looking both ways.

“That’s you, isn’t it?” I ask into the phone. He doesn’t reply, but the figure jogs towards me. I let out a low whistle when he gets close enough for me to take in the sight of his grey sweatpants. And my breath escapes me when he gets closer still and the clear imprint of his cock is outlined in them. I press my lips together, but a chuckle still lets loose. I pull the phone away from my ear, not even looking at the screen when I hit the end call button, riveted by the sway of his bulge as he jogs ever closer. I come to a complete stop, wanting to stretch out this sight for as long as possible.