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book type; this guy could easily carry off dirty overalls and manual labour. Just the sound of his voice was doing things to her as his sapphire stare twinkled in her direction; squashing the vision that flashed at the back of her head of Cameron bedecked in dirty clothes when he’d intruded on her private fantasies earlier that day. Grateful she had her heels on, or he’d have dwarfed her even more than Cameron did, she accepted, ‘I’d love to. Thanks, um ...’
    ‘David. David Riley.’ He presented his hand for her to shake, which she did with a shy giggle.
    ‘Sally. Sally Briers.’
    ‘I know. It’s on your name badge.’
    She flushed an even brighter pink. ‘Yes, of course. Sorry.’
    ‘No need to be sorry. I knew your name anyway. You were here last year. I was neck deep in running the conference so I didn’t have the chance to talk to you then. I hoped you’d be here again. I even asked at Reception to make sure you would be.’
    Flabbergasted that anyone would remember her, and flattered that she’d been sought out by someone so handsome, Sally stuttered, ‘I can see you in the bar for a drink when I’m done if you like. I might finish quite late though.’
    ‘That’s great. I’ll see you later.’ David extracted one of the many leaflets from her clenched hand, and stepped away, giving her one more flash of his devastating smile as he went.
    Staring into space for a moment, Sally’s heart thudded in her ribcage. It must have been him who sent the note, and asked room service to deliver it. After all, he’d already asked about her at Reception, and she was quite sure they’d never give out her room details without asking permission first. Maybe she’d go and ask the receptionist who the note had come from, and find out for sure. Although the chances of her having two admirers, she had to admit, were remote. Sally had never had much luck with men. They got on just fine until she spilled a drink down them, covered herself in some food or other; or in one best forgotten incident, knocked into a candle in a really posh restaurant, and set the table cloth on fire. The curse of her clumsiness always used to make people smile when she was young. Now it was turning into a major relationship hurdle.

    David was back talking to his colleagues near the neighbouring stand when Cameron loomed up behind Sally, ‘I bet he’s telling them about you now. Laughing that he’s managed to score with the gullible woman on the Zelcon stand.’
    ‘How dare you!’ Sally spoke quietly so the customers didn’t hear, but her tone was clear, ‘You don’t even know him!’
    Cameron bit off each word as he spoke, stung that he obviously wasn’t going to be thanked for arranging her dinner to be brought to her room, ‘I do actually, but that’s not important now. What is important, is that right now you are at work, not speed dating!’
    Annoyed that on this occasion Cameron was right, Sally swallowed the retort that had formed on the tip of her tongue. Glaring at him instead, regretting her temporary feeling of warmth towards her boss, deciding it could not possibly have been his idea to arrange for her dinner to arrive in her room, and entirely dismissing Carol’s “secret-crush” theory, Sally squared her shoulders and headed back to work.

    Cameron cursed. He hadn’t intended his first sentence to come out like that. He had meant to tell her how nice she looked, and how pleased Graham was with them both in the email he’d just sent him, informing Cameron they’d already got new orders based on work from that afternoon’s trade stand. Now he had an even bigger mountain to climb before Sally would even talk to him again, let alone begin to like him.
    He hid the sigh that climbed up his throat, and wondered what he should do about David Riley. Unsure if he should tell Sally or not. The chances were she’d never believe him anyway. On the other hand, the idea of Sally spending time alone in the company of