Free A Sticky Situation (Xcite Romance) by Kay Jaybee Page A

STREET towards the hotel, Cameron swung the bag of their newly boxed-up food back and forth, Sally’s far shorter legs trotted along trying to keep pace with him; her shoes in her hands, not caring about the second glances her stockinged feet were getting from passers by.
    ‘Let’s eat this lot in my room.’ Cameron headed directly to the lift.
    ‘Hang on.’ Sally pulled at his arm, as if trying to put his brakes on. She wasn’t at all sure she wanted to follow him into his room when she was still unsure of the situation between them. ‘Can’t we eat it down here?’ She gestured to the tables dotted around them.
    ‘No.’ Cameron took her wrist and dragged her into the small silver lift after him. ‘For one thing, we haven’t finished our private conversation about work, and for another thing, I’m not sure I can wait much longer before I dig out the seaweed that fell down your top earlier, and I’d rather not do that in a foyer full of people.’
    Sally peered into the front of her dress, and spotted the offending piece of seaweed. Damn, I thought I’d been careful. She went to hook it out.
    ‘Don’t you dare!’ Cameron caught her wrist, ‘That is staying there until I decide to remove it.’
    ‘Yes, boss!’ The second the words had left her lips, Sally began to giggle again.
    He grinned back at her. ‘I am the boss – and don’t you forget it!’
    The heat of his fingers as he continued to clasp her palm made her feel bolder, as she replied, ‘In the boardroom perhaps – but elsewhere? Let’s just say, I wouldn’t put money on it.’
    ‘Is that so?’ The lift doors opened on the sixth floor, and Cameron’s eyebrows rose as he led a now unresisting Sally to his room.
    ‘I like life on an equal footing. In every way.’
    ‘Really?’ Cameron’s eyes lit up further at the emphasis on the second part of Sally’s sentence.
    ‘Stop smirking.’ Sally jabbed him in the ribs as Cameron unlocked the door to his room, which was identical to her own. Walking directly to the circular table she knew would be in the corner, Sally sat on one of the two armchairs next to it, hoping they’d be able to eat again soon. ‘Do you mind if I dig in? I don’t seem to have eaten much at all since we got to Oxford, what with one soaking and another?’
    ‘Don’t start that again; it wasn’t my fault you got drink all down your front during lunch yesterday.’
    ‘It bloody was.’ Not worrying about the lack of cutlery, Sally fished out a piece of succulent duck from the plastic container Cameron had lain out on the table. ‘If you hadn’t sat down uninvited and knocked my table, then I would have got through at least one meal without having to change!’ She chewed the meat, her eyes both accusing and provocative, ‘And it was very much your fault we got iced.’
    Cameron scooped up a couple of noodles, and hung them from his fingers. ‘Actually, there I can’t argue. The champagne bucket incident was my fault.’
    Taken aback by his admission of guilt, Sally said nothing for a moment, dipping a chicken ball into the pot of sweet and sour sauce. Cameron, the noodles halfway to his lips, kept his gaze locked on the sauce dripping from Sally’s food, which had begun to run down her wrist as she ate. Carelessly she licked it off, having no idea of the effect it was having on his libido. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand this for much longer. It was time to risk telling Sally the nature of his fantasy.
    ‘When I say it was my fault about the champagne buckets, I mean I engineered it. I was desperate to see you covered in water again.’ Cameron’s eyes never left Sally; observing a variety of emotions as they crossed her face. ‘The ice was an unexpectedly gorgeous added bonus.’
    Aware that she was opening and closing her mouth like some sort of demented goldfish, Sally swallowed down her food, ‘You did? Why?’
    ‘Because of my fantasy. Because it has been driving me nuts. The thought of you