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did.
    With that thought in mind, he jogged back to the hotel.
    The doorman gawped as Braam slipped through one of the side doors and didn’t wait for the main one to be opened for him.
    “I know, Howard, I had an encounter with a bottle of water and it won.”
    “So it seems.” Howard’s eyes widened at the sight of his boss dripping from more than honestly earned sweat.
    Braam grimaced. His state would be the gossip of the staff room later. He thought he’d better come up with a plausible excuse. “There I was jogging along steadily when some idiot of a tourist walks straight across the jogging track without checking if anyone was coming. She was looking in one way, walking in another and drinking all at the same time. Obviously she couldn’t multi task. I’m lucky I got off so lightly, it could have easily been a black eye or bruised ribs.”
    Howard guffawed as Braam hoped he would and he knew the tone of the gossip would be different. Braam had had enough erroneous gossip about him in the past and was relieved he’d managed to divert this session. One of the perils of being ‘local’ and allegedly a jet setting boss. Well, he might use jets and travel wherever his boss dictated, but that was where the similarity ended.
    Braam worked hard to earn his undoubtedly generous salary and, as the CEO had said on many occasion, earned every penny of it plus his annual bonus. However, it had made him the target of plenty of malicious rumors.
    He sketched a wave to Howard and headed for the service lift then to his room. To once more dry off from a soaking from his mystery lady.
    As he dressed in his suit and tie once more, Braam pondered how he could surreptitiously find out who the woman was. He didn’t know her name, but had to assume she was a guest. However, he couldn’t very well go to reception and ask if anyone knew the name of a dark-haired curvy woman with sparking eyes and a wicked smile. The staff would think he genuinely had lost the plot.
    He knotted his tie, checked his appearance in the mirror and finished the lukewarm cup of coffee he’d made when he’d entered the room half an hour earlier. It tasted gross and he washed the dregs down the sink. He’d get a decent one with his dinner. Braam intended this to be his last evening on duty for the hotel. The new manager could take over the evenings and Braam would begin to bow out and embark on sorting out the bigger problem. That of the missing money.
    He’d prefer to work on the other puzzle. Who was his mystery lady? Even thinking of her stirred his cock.
    Down, boy, not the time or the place. He adjusted his dick under his trousers and, satisfied he didn’t look like a randy schoolboy, or an overexcited youth, he left the room.
    The trio due to play in the residents’ lounge were a popular act and Braam knew a fair few people would go to listen and have a drink or a snack. He checked everything was okay in the kitchen, snagged a chicken dumpling and a prawn kebab, before filling a mug inscribed ‘Boss’s Boss, Beware’ with coffee you could stand your spoon up in and retiring to his office to check his emails.
    Then he headed for the lounge and set about the rounds of chatting to the guests and making sure the hotel staff were doing everything they could to ensure a happy stay. As he bent his head to listen to a soft-voiced lady tell him how much she was enjoying her visit, a flash of a deep reddish orange caught his eye and his heart jumped.
    It was her. Braam had no idea how he kept his voice level as he spoke to the guest and agreed that the trio were indeed a credit to the hotel. He managed to stay for several more minutes before he was able to draw the conversation to a close and walk across to where his lady sat with her laptop open and a glass of wine on the table next to her.
    “Hi, Mystery Lady. Do I get a name yet?”
    She looked up at him and the glints of silver in her hazel eyes were more pronounced than he’d observed