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round the side of the main lobby and led me up the main staircase to the first floor.
    “Where are we going?” I said.
    “My room,” she smiled. “You can use the bathroom there.”
    She slid her card key through a door stamped with the words Privado/Private. The corridor beyond immediately felt different to the rest of the hotel. Messier and homier, with magazines and mugs of old coffee on the tables and photos of Eve and Jonno lining the walls.
    I caught sight of one of Eve, aged about seven, wearing a long, white dress with some sort of tiara on her head. It was similar to a picture in her mum’s house, except that in this one she was holding Jonno’s hand.
    “From when I made my first Holy Communion.” Eve made a face. “Daddy’s idea. God knows why. He’s about the most lapsed Catholic you could meet.”
    I looked at the photo again. Under the little tiara, Eve’s blonde bob hung straight and smooth, not a wisp of hair out of place. The blue ribbon on the front of her dress was tied in a perfectly-formed bow. “You look like a doll,” I said.
    “Yeah, I know. Come on.” Eve walked away, pointing to the doors on the left as she passed them. “Mini-kitchen. Dad’s room. Guest room. Big bathroom. Living room.” She stopped at the two doors right at the end. “Chloe,” she pointed to the one on the left. “And me.”
    “Mmmn,” I said. “So you’re as far away from the rest of the hotel as he can get you.”
    “I know.” Eve grimaced. “At least there aren’t any security cameras in here.”
    She opened the door and I followed her into a huge bedroom. A big double bed with floaty pale pink material hanging around it stood in the middle of the far wall. Huge white closets, roses on the curtains, an ornate dressing table with a big china doll on top. It was nothing like Eve’s bedroom at home.
    I screwed up my face. “Bit little girly isn’t it?”
    Eve sighed. “This is who Dad thinks I am. His only child – a little girl dreaming of dolls and pink cushions.” She started unbuttoning my shirt. “He’s got no idea.”
    I looked down at her long slim fingers. The nails scraped gently across my stomach as she slid her fingers round the buttons.
    God. How horny was that?
    I put my arms around her. “Won’t he get suspicious if we don’t go straight back?”
    Eve looked up at me. She grinned. “I was just going to rinse the ketchup off your shirt,” she said.
    “Oh. Oh yeah.” I tugged off my shirt and followed her through a door in the corner of her room into the bathroom. It was all swirly white furniture and mirrors. The counter was littered with pots and lotions and tubes.
    Eve held the ketchup stain under running water. I came up behind her. We looked at each other’s reflection in the mirror.
    “I’m sorry about earlier.” Eve’s face flushed. “It’s just so weird being here with you and my dad.” She wrung out the shirt, then smiled up at me.
    I slid my hands round to the front of her dress.
    “You look amazing.” I bent down and kissed her neck.
    Eve laughed, wriggling away from me. “Listen.” She turned round. “We’ll have to be careful in the hotel, but outside we should be all right. We’ll still have lots of time together.” She looked up, into my eyes. “Starting later tonight. Okay?”
    “Good.” I tried to kiss her again.
    “Later,” she said firmly.
    I put my damp shirt back on and we went downstairs.
    Back in the dining room all the mess had been cleared away and the tables were transformed with white cloths and sparkling silver candles. The room was starting to fill up with hotel guests – mostly couples and families with older kids. Jonno shot me a fierce look as we came back to the table. Determined not to flinch, I stared right back at him.
    “I was just showing Luke where the bathrooms are.” Eve pointed to the faded ketchup stain on my shirt.
    “And I was just telling Chloe and Ryan that the nightclub’s closed tonight. Still.”