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distress.
‘Shh.’ His breath brushes my neck. ‘You must stay quiet . . . if you want to come.’
I bite my lip, the words curling and exploding in pure sensation inside. My body begins to bow and shift as I grind against him, seeking satisfaction, an ease to the aching as I’m . . .
Awake. Jerked upright. On the edge of the bed.
Flushed, panting and . . .
I’m wet.
Soaked through.
Yes, I’m wet there but I’m also soaked to my skin externally.
A sheet of wet hair lies across my face, ear-buds dangling from my shoulder as my book lies limp in a puddle on the tiles. I shake my head in an attempt to dislodge the lustful miasma, to calm the pounding inside as whispers and images barely linger, unlike the throb between my thighs .
‘Hey, sorry,’ splutters an amused voice.
‘No worries,’ I answer half to myself, peeling away the wet blanket of hair. Through the heavy strands, a guy in board-shorts smiles down. I don’t really take in his appearance other than the tan and the blond, but I get the fleeting impression he’s not sorry at all.
‘Rob, you idiot,’ he shouts in the direction of the pool, which now seems to be filled with bodies. Not dead ones, thankfully, but bodies messing about and generally having fun.
‘No worries,’ I repeat almost by rote as my equilibrium continues to teeter, still coming down from, well, coming. I touch my lip, finding I’ve actually bitten it.
‘You’re Kate, right? From 3E?’ Board-shorts casts a sidelong look at the pool.
‘What? Sorry. Yeah, I am.’ I shake my nebulous head once more as his hand extends through the haze.
‘Matt Jarrow,’ he announces, mouth twitching and threatening a smile. ‘And the ass responsible for the soaking is my roommate, Rob. We’re on the same floor, friends of Niamh?’
‘Niamh’s friends,’ I repeat in a mumble, blood still pooling in my groin, starving my brain of its conversational skills.
‘She said to come say hi.’ His gaze flicks from my head to my toes and back again.‘Wanna join us in the pool?’ Evidently a game of something is taking place, involving a ball and a lot of noise.
‘I’m good, that is . . . no thanks.’
As far as first impressions go, I’m making a poor one. I’m also the master of the understatement as I continue wringing water from my hair. I doubt my legs even work right now.
‘So, Kate from 3E, you’re a teacher, like Niamh?’ Matt flops down on the adjacent bed not waiting for a response or an invitation. Linking his fingers behind his head, he stretches out. ‘You new to Dubai or just this part of town?’
Flexing his biceps, he reminds me of a bird fluffing plumage, but he may as well be a dodo in light of my recent remote detonation. I bet Kai wasn’t even in the same postcode. Wait. Maybe the school uses this building for all its expat staff? He could be here, assuming he does actually work at the boys’ school, and not that it would mean anything but . . .
‘Cat got your tongue?’
Bugger. He’s still here. ‘More like the sun frazzled my brain. Sorry, I’m new. Just moved from Brisbane. Are you a teacher here, too?’
‘Nah, I work in engineering. Project management for one of the sites off Sheikh Zayed Road. Another mall, more office buildings, you know?’ I don’t, but I pretend I do, nodding where it seems appropriate. ‘Brisbane, Australia? I’ve never been, but I hear the country is truly beautiful.’
I cut him off from the usual barrage of kangaroo and koala questions with a vague gesture toward the pool. ‘Are any of your friends teachers?’ I’m eager to explore this avenue some more, and I’m nothing if not persistent. Some would say like a dog with a bone.
‘Nope, don’t think so. IT and engineering, maybe HR?’
‘Oh.’ My shoulders deflate. ‘I’d hoped some of the teachers from my school would be living here. I haven’t had a chance to meet many of the staff yet.’
‘I can ask.’ He accompanies this
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