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stay with her was that her boyfriend Rob was a bastard who refused to make any commitment—even after more than ten years together. So, her bedsit was fairly unlived in and I was kind of a sitter. Which made no sense, I know. I should have made myself at home on her bed but I was lumped with the uneven sofa in the living space, only yards from the infinitely more comfortable double she usually slept on.
    I looked around at all the crud stacked up and honestly decided it could go to the dogs. I was too tired to clean up her trash shack.
    I started stripping, heading straight for the bath with a glass in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. Fuck it . I’d had a shit day. What had I accomplished? Sod all.
    I immersed myself in the warm waters and tilted my head back. I knew immediately, I’d fall asleep if I didn’t keep myself awake. Shutting my eyes, all I saw was Kincaid and his cute grin, blue eyes and wonderful, exotic colouring. To have such deep-blue eyes matched with dark features was spellbinding. He was one of those guys you passed and looked at twice—just to make sure he was real and not some figment.
    The crisp bite of the cool white wine eased some of my tension and slid down my throat easily. I tried to think how long it’d been since I last had a good man. Honestly, when I thought, I couldn’t say. I’d been having a fling with Klaus but that was nothing, just a bit of fun. If you knew Klaus, you’d understand what I meant by that—he was entirely married to his job and fair play to him—he’d found what he wanted to do with his life.
    While I got lost thinking about Cai, I said his name out loud and the sound sent shivers down my spine. My breasts covered in goose pimples and the nipples, solid pebbles, I put the wine glass on the side and lay back, relaxing. Taking my time.
    I thought of him slowly sliding his tongue down my body, from my breasts to between my thighs. His lips coursing over my trembling stomach until he dipped inside me, his hands holding my buttocks so I was offered up to his tongue.
    In the bath, my hand caressed my belly and I imagined his digits were mine, fluttering over my soft curves and contours. I envisioned his expression of lust as he watched while I pleasured myself.
    I slid a finger through my cleft, taking myself slowly, my hips riding my fingers as though it was his weight forcing me open, not them.
    I came so fast, I nearly did pass out. Fatigue, hunger and stress were responsible. I left the bath, fed myself some microwave meal, and crawled into my sofa bed. It didn’t matter how shitty it was. I was shattered and was dreaming as soon as I pulled the blanket up around my shoulders.
     

Chapter 5
     
     
     
    SIX A.M. I rolled over and smacked my hand down on my phone to stop the bleating alarm tearing holes through my mind. Grr . How unfeasible of me to think that I’d be as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as I was my first day. That was a one-off—from then on I was going to fuck ’em all to hell.
    I rubbed my eyes clean and checked for messages. Having turned in early the previous night, I found a dozen or so from various people.
    KAYLA: Will see you Tues night, babe. Improvement with Rob.x
    ANABEL: Keep in touch, don’t be a stranger, I am so jealous…
    KLAUS: Hope you are behaving…?
    The rest of the messages were from colleagues back home, one old boyfriend who never could stop attempting booty calls, and only one message I deemed important enough to reply to immediately:
    MUM: Proud of you.
    ME: Thanks Mum.x
    She’d always believed in me, told me I could do it, had hugged me every time I passed an exam or got a promotion. Reminded me to never walk out the door without lipstick and a pair of good shoes on my feet. Taught me to be proud of my curvy body. Her faith was unwavering and I always felt it, despite all the distance and despite all those absent years. I just wished I didn’t have his words always counteracting hers.
    When I fleetingly