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

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