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was. He knew how he wanted it to go, but there was no way he could be sure if it would work out or not.
    Sally was concentrating on balancing on her heels and not slopping the icy water down herself. She couldn’t possibly afford to get soaked through twice in one day, especially as she wasn’t sure if her other dress would be presentable enough to wear tomorrow if she ruined this one now.
    Taking a protected breath, Cameron waited, and trusting that what had worked before would work again, just as Sally was fully into the tiny storeroom, he turned around quickly, making her jump, so that the two ice buckets slipped from her hands, and doused both of them in a frozen tidal wave of water ...

Chapter Five

    CAMERON PLACED A HAND on Sally’s mouth to prevent the scream of shock that was hurtling up her throat as she stood, almost chest to sodden chest with him in the cupboard, mute fury blazing in her narrowed cat-like eyes.
    ‘Hell, I’m sorry I ...’ Cameron was amazed at how genuine he sounded. His gaze unable to leave Sally’s wet dress for the second time that day. Although the word “wet” didn’t really cover it this time. She was drenched. They both were.
    Cameron pressed his back against the closed store room door behind him, his shirt, tie, and suit trousers had turned from light shades of blue and grey to dark, where the weight of the water had fallen against him.
    Shivering, ice cubes in her cleavage, her dress clinging to every curve of her body, Sally violently kicked the champagne buckets away from her feet, and advanced on Cameron with an air of pure unadulterated anger carved into her round face. ‘You ... you!’ She spat out her words, incoherent with rage, ‘Look at me! Again! They say I’m the clumsy one, but I’m nothing compared to you! Look what you’ve done to me!’
    ‘And me. I’m soaked as well.’ Despite feeling horribly uncomfortable in his sopping clothes, Cameron found it an effort to sound cross when he’d so successfully achieved his goal. There was no way she could meet David looking like this.
    ‘Good. I’m glad you’re wet too.’ Something about Cameron made her feel like stamping her foot and having a tantrum. Sally rubbed her arms, sighing as she spoke ‘I’m fucking freezing.’
    ‘Me too. We have to get these clothes off ASAP or we’ll both catch pneumonia!’
    Cameron had already taken off his tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt with speed, minuscule chunks of ice dropping from him as he moved.
    Sally tried not to be impressed by the firm torso that was being so unexpectedly revealed. It was far more muscular than she’d thought it would be, and as the cotton material came away from his shoulders, she found herself giving a small involuntary gasp as her eyes were confronted by a three inch long Celtic cross tattoo at the very top of his right arm.
    She shook herself, very aware of the ice trapped against her bra, and how much she really needed to take off her own clothes. That was typical Cameron. He was so damn infuriating. She wouldn’t be able to get comfortable until she was back in her room. It was all right for him to take off his top, but she could hardly do that. It was bad enough that he was staring at her as if he had X-ray vision; examining her as if she was already devoid of clothing.
    Common sense took hold of her. ‘What are you doing? You can’t strip off in here! People will think we’ve been up to something when you leave!’
    ‘I don’t care what people think. You’re a mass of goose pimples, woman. Take that bloody dress off. It’s virtually see-through now it’s soggy anyway, so it isn’t a case of preserving your dignity is it?’
    Shaking openly now, Sally didn’t want to think about having to run through Reception towards the lifts looking a total mess for the second time that day. She attempted to get past Cameron to the door without glancing at his torso, which was having an unreasonable effect on her libido. Men like Cameron