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Given it’s after midnight, it’s a surprise when he replies almost instantly.

Cameron:

100% yes. Where and when?

I send back the details, including the form he needs to complete to submit his STI test results, and close out the text conversation as I get back to my flat. But it vibrates in my pocket as soon as I put it away. I wait until I’m inside with the door locked and my work clothes pulled off before I let myself look.

Cameron:

Can we catch up before that? Clear the air?

Me:

How about we meet for a drink before the party?

I think that’s for the best—sets the tone that we are just meeting up to play. We make arrangements to meet in the bar at the hotel he’s staying at.

There’s a frisson of excitement about seeing him again and getting to see him in the play party setting. I know he’s been to play parties before, but I can’t wait to see what he thinks of the Clubhouse.

It’s something I’ve attended fairly regularly when I can get the night off work, but I’ve missed the last couple of monthly events for various reasons. I wonder who we’ll see there. Heading over to my wardrobe, I plan my outfit before jumping in the shower.

Chapter fifteen

Abby

I’m oddly skittish the day of the party. I’ve ended up with the whole day off and tomorrow too, and I don’t know what to do with myself. I cleaned my flat from top to bottom and read some of the book Mel chose for Smut Club this month. Late afternoon, I had an ‘everything’ shower and now I’m lying on the bed recovering from that. There isn’t a part of my body that hasn’t been attended to somehow, be that with a razor, moisturiser, or a loofah.

My outfit hangs on a hook on the back of my door. A leatherette pinafore dress with fishnet stockings and an electric pink crop top to wear under the dress. I also have matching underwear, but I’m still deciding whether to wear them or not. I have a long coat I can put over the whole lot to keep me hidden from the unsuspecting, non-sex-party-attending general public. But I can’t wait to see Cameron’s response to the getup.

Arousal has gradually been building all day as I think about my plans for the evening. I’m looking forward to the party. ButI think I’m more excited to be with Cameron again. I want to see how he interacts with other people. I’m hoping we’ll end up playing together tonight, but who knows what the night will bring. That’s what I love most about this lifestyle and the decision I’ve made to be polyamorous. I like surprises. I want life to be one massive adventure filled with fun. It’s why I do the work I do. I love working behind the bar, getting to know everyone, and celebrating with them.

The time ticks ever closer. I take my time with my make-up, keeping it fairly light everywhere apart from the smoky eyes that are heavily done. I even add some false lashes and plenty of eye liner. Of course, it could all be ruined when I swallow Cam’s cock so deep it makes my eyes water. But fuck it, I want to knock him over when I arrive tonight.

I catch a cab from my place to meet him, sensible enough to not walk around by myself in the evening dressed as I am. Once I’ve paid the driver, I slip out of the taxi to stand in front of his hotel.

Striding up the steps, I nod to the doorman when he opens the door wide for me. I step inside, trying not to teeter on the ridiculously high strappy heels I added at the last moment. I was going to go for something a little less ankle breaking, but in the end, my need to blow Cam’s mind took precedence. And hopefully, when he picks his tongue up off the floor, he’ll help prop me up so I don’t do myself damage with a fall.

I strut into the foyer, headed in the direction of the bar where we agreed to meet, coming to a sudden standstill at the sight before me.

There’s Cameron, filling the space with his powerful presence. He looks hot, wearing smart, dark slacks and a crisp, white shirt. His biceps fill the sleeves, ready to burst out at a moment's notice. And over the top, he’s wearing some kind of leather strappy harness. It’s a nice touch to the otherwise smart outfitthat could be considered generic. My face scrunches when a set of polished fingertips clasp the bicep I’m busy admiring. Beside him stands a willowy woman, wearing a fire engine red dress. Her strappy heels are even more lethal than mine, and her mouth is curved in a hungry smile as she looks up at him. His expression is open as he talks to her, not doing anything to remove her hand from his arm, where it’s now stroking him.

Dammit.That’s derailed my plans to have him eating out of my hand on arrival. I stand for a moment, wondering if it’s time to backtrack. This was a daft idea. He’s obviously not stuck for company. I’m positive this woman would keep him entertained. Agitation causes me to fidget, and perhaps it’s that which draws his attention. His head comes up, and his eyes meet mine across the foyer. His gaze sweeps over me, leaving heat in its wake as he raises his brows in my direction.

I shake off the rabbit caught in the headlights feeling and carefully walk towards him, sending prayers up to a god I don’t even believe in that my ankles and the rest of me remain upright.

“So, do you have plans for tonight?” His red-dressed companion asks, that fucking hand still pawing at him. I want to hiss at her and pull him closer to me.What the fuck has got into me?This isn’t like me at all. I don’t get possessive of my playmates. It’s one of the reasons the poly lifestyle works so well for me. And yet, I need this woman to move away from him. Right. Now.

“I do, but maybe I’ll catch you another time.” He smiles at me as I step within a metre of them, finally drawing the woman’s lecherous gaze away from Cameron. She does her own sweep and must find me lacking because she dismisses me without any acknowledgement.

“Hope to see you soon, Cam.” She bends closer, tipping her cheek to him, and amusement clouds his face as he offers an air kiss. She stalks away, looking much more confident in her red-soled shoes than I do in my knockoffs. There’s a desire to call her by a rude name, but I shake it off.

“Pixie.” His use of my nickname washes warmth over me, and the earlier arousal hits me at speed. I’d love nothing more than to sink to my knees right now and blow this man… and his mind. A smirk sneaks out at the thought, and he doesn’t miss a thing, raising a brow suggestively. His hand comes up to my arm, and he draws me into a hug. I’m pressed into his chest and it feels just right.Dammit, Cam. Don’t make me feel cosy. Just bang my brains out.

“Let’s grab a drink,” he says as his lips kiss across the top of my head before he pulls away to lead me into the bar. The soft kiss causes a flutter in my tummy. He steers me over to an intimate semi-circular table in the corner, seating me on the padded bench and checking what I want to drink before going to order.

I can’t look away from him. He moves with intent, and he comes across so comfortable in his skin. He’s never shown a hint of discomfort in my presence, despite the various states of undress we’ve been in together.

He’s back before I know it, setting down a bottle of beer for himself with my glass of wine. It will be the only drink I have tonight, preferring to stay sober for the play parties to keep my wits about me. While the event is the safest and best organised I’ve ever attended, it doesn’t hurt to stay alert to my surroundings.