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sensually half-opened eyes eating her
up.
    ‘You look so great,’ he grinned weakly as she
stood up.
    Sian’s dress was twisted up around her waist
with her breasts bulging out. Her knickers were soaking and she
began awkwardly pulling them straight.
    Without warning, the bedroom door flew open
and a stack of clothes entered, walking itself across the room
towards the bed. It bumped into Sian and toppled away, revealing a
vaguely familiar face.
    Sian squeaked and hurriedly covered her bare
chest with one hand, pulling the skirt of her dress down with the
other.
    The lanky, redheaded former-clothes-carrier
yelped and jumped back, shock plain on his reddening face. ‘Oh
fuck, I didn’t know anyone was here. I was listening to...’ He let
the rest of the clothes drop and pulled white earphones out, tinny
music filling the awkward silence. He tore his gaze away from a
blushing Sian to Rob on the bed, who had quickly made his trousers
decent. ‘I’m sorry, mate. Thought you had gone out. I had to…your
clothes were dry and…’
    Stammering his apology he began picking up
the scattered clothes, shoving them into a pile.
    ‘Gav?’ asked Rob quietly, ‘I’m really
grateful but can you do the domestic servant bit another time
please? Give me a couple of minutes.’
    Gavin’s head bobbed up and down. He scuttled
out of the room, pulling the door closed behind him.
    ‘I’m really sorry, Sian,’ Rob apologised,
sitting up and awkward adjusting his trousers. ‘Are you OK?’
    Sian’s head was bowed and her hands covered
her face. ‘I’m fine,’ her muffled voice assured.
    Rob frowned and got up, gently pulling her
hands down. Sian lifted her head, her eyes were shining with mirth
and a snort of laughter escaped.
    ‘That was hilarious, the poor lad,’ she
gurgled.
    Rob began smiling, ‘You’re right, that was
amusing. I’m sorry.’
    Sian looked around for her handbag, spying it
by the door. She dug out a tissue and wiped her streaming eyes. ‘I
should be embarrassed but he was mortified.’
    Rob chuckled again, his eyes running over
her, ‘I’ll go and have a quick word with him. Do you want to
freshen up?’ He nodded at another door, ‘The bathroom’s en suite
and there’s a clean towel…here that you can use.’ He rummaged in
the pile Gavin had brought in and pulled out a strip of green
fabric.
    Sian nodded, taking the towel and escaping to
the loo. She didn’t know whether to right her outfit properly or
strip off, in the end just pulling off her soaked knickers and
removing traces of their exertions. The underwear she wrapped in
some tissues and stuck in her handbag, going to sit down on the bed
to wait. There was nowhere else to sit apart from at his desk, and
she didn’t want to go near the pile of expensive-looking machines
she saw there. Clare had texted her to ask how things were going
and she stared at the screen, contemplating a reply.
    Sian could barely make out muffled voices of
Rob and Gavin talking, she didn‘t really want to but the walls were
paper thin and the headboard was right up against the wall. There
were some bursts of laughter, but Rob was doing most of the
talking.
    ‘…Goes no further, don’t tell anyone it’s
her…not my usual…no, no, it won’t last long…’
    ‘Nice one…tell the boys…the scratches…keep it
quiet.’
    Another gust of laughter, a door slamming and
Rob re-entered the bedroom. Sian continued fiddling with her phone
for a few moments, chucked it into her bag and stood. ‘I’m sorry, I
should be going.’
    ‘Not yet. I thought…Gav’s gone out and let us
have the place to ourselves.’
    Sian didn’t respond, her feelings torn
between wanting to escape and wanting to spend more time with him.
What could he possibly think of her? Should she be worried about
what she’d overheard?
    He gently took her bag from her and grasped
her hand, ‘Come on, I have a bottle of wine in the kitchen and we
can at least have a chat before…’ He trailed