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

has been driving me nuts.’ Cameron picked up another string of noodles, weaving it between his fingers as he spoke. ‘I tried being nice to you, and it didn’t work, I sent you notes, and you said nothing. I have been trying to get to know you, but you kept yourself so distant. Then, when you got coated in your drink at lunch, and your cleavage was, shall we say “highlighted”, I knew I had to take more direct action.’
    Sally wasn’t sure she could believe what she was hearing. There was too much information to process in one helping at nearly midnight on one of the weirdest days of her life. She focussed on the question of the notes first. ‘It was you who sent the notes then?’
    ‘Of course it was me. Wasn’t it obvious?’
    ‘Not really.’
    Cameron frowned. ‘But who else saw your chest? Who else has smelt your hair?’ Cameron realised he was coming across as jealous, but was past caring.
    ‘I thought they were from David.’ Sally’s appetite died on her lips as she saw Cameron’s brow furrow at the mention of the delegate’s name. She hurriedly added, ‘I thought he’d spotted me when I was drenched. And as for the smell thing; he did stand close to me at the stand. I assumed he liked my perfume or something.’
    Cameron’s voice grated as he responded, ‘That man is a womanising git. I witnessed him making a move on so many women when I was still in the scientist game. You wouldn’t believe how many fell for his smarm. He hurt my best friend badly. I won’t forgive him for what he did to her.’
    Sally’s surprise level rose higher. ‘Your best friend is female?’
    ‘Yes. So?’
    She shook her head, so many of the assumptions she’d made about Cameron were wrong. ‘Hang on, how did you get my room number?’
    Rolling his eyes, Cameron replied, ‘I followed the room service waiter when I arranged for him to deliver your dinner yesterday. That hardly matters does it?’
    Aware she was sounding less than friendly again, and wondering what it was about Cameron that brought out her rarely-seen bad temper, Sally quickly added, ‘It was thoughtful of you to send up my food, and they were nice notes, thank you. Why didn’t you sign them?’
    ‘I was trying to be romantic, woman, anonymous notes are romantic, or so I’ve been led to believe!’
    Sally continued to watch the noodle being wrapped around and through Cameron’s fingers. ‘I think I’ve heard everything now: Cameron James was trying to be romantic; he has a female best friend; and he has a thing about seeing women marinated in various liquids.’ The movement of his fingers was beginning to get on her nerves, ‘Are you going to eat that noodle or not?’
    The last straw of self control in Cameron snapped, ‘Not!’ He threw the noodle to the floor, and stood suddenly. Picking a shocked Sally up, he held her so they were face to face, and said, ‘If you don’t want this, then say now, say right now, Sally. I need you so badly, I have a horribly inconvenient feeling that I’m falling for you, and if you don’t feel the same you have to say now.’
    Sally could smell his desire. She didn’t have to ask if he was serious, the truth of his words emanated from every pore of his body. Her words husky, knowing she didn’t need to think any more, Sally spoke very quietly, ‘I’m staying.’
    Cameron moved fast, laying Sally upon the king size duvet, his weight against her as his lips came to hers. He tasted of wine and sweet and sour sauce, and Sally closed her eyes against the heady presence of his mouth, his body crushing hers. Sally’s hands wrapped themselves around him, smoothing his back and shoulders through his white cotton shirt, then straying towards his backside, kneading his firm buttocks.
    As Cameron’s kisses slipped to her neck, every nerve in Sally’s frame bounced around inside her. Her fingertips drove into his waistband, playing with the top of his boxers; Sally’s craving to find the location of his