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get involved. Something about him told her she would be the one ending up hurt and paying for it. She would think like a man for a change, enjoy the experience and forget about caring what his likes and dislikes were and what they had in common. No, it was pure lust that had consumed them both from the moment they had stepped from behind that marquee. Or in truth since she admitted that she wanted him at any cost.
    He had led her through the crowd, his arm possessively around her waist, his stride urgent and purposeful. She had collected her stuff from the caravan, changed her top and deposited the tiger with a note pinned to it for the team to be aware that she wasn’t traveling back with them. Unfortunately, Danny saw her as she stepped down from the caravan and came charging over.
    “What’s going on?” he questioned, noticing David standing there waiting.
    “Nothing that concerns you, Danny. I simply don’t fancy traveling back in the caravan or in that plane with you.”
    Danny looked critically at her and then back at David. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw one last glance of disdain before marching off.
    “He seems to take everything you do pretty much to heart,” David remarked.
    Chantelle dismissed the harsh undertone in David’s voice, because she was too busy wrestling with her own morality, knowing full well where this was leading.
    The taxi traveled for about ten minutes before arriving outside a quaint Tudor-style inn complete with beams and leaded-light windows. A large blackboard outside advertised restaurant and bed and breakfast facilities.
    “Well, this is the nearest place where the food is pretty good. I don’t know about the accommodations though,” the driver called over his shoulder to them.
    “This will do fine. I might be calling on your services later though.” David handed over the fare. “Keep the change.”
    “Thanks, and I hope you’re in luck, well you know what I mean. Anyway, have a good night.” The taxi sped off up the road.
    Chantelle laughed. “What do you think he meant by that comment - I hope you’re in luck?”  
    “I have no idea. It depends what he thinks we’re after, good food or something else?” David gently lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look into his eyes.
    “I’m not that hungry.” She smiled, wondering if she had lost her mind. Sure, she enjoyed risks, but up to now her virtue was pretty much intact. That was about to change.
    They stepped into the small reception area and approached the desk. Minutes later, a young woman dressed in a waitress uniform appeared, confirmed they did have several vacancies and handed him over the key while he signed the visitors’ book.
    “Do you have any luggage, sir?”
    “No, it’s an unexpected stop,” David coolly replied.
    Chantelle felt the sudden urge to giggle and her hand came up to cover her mouth. Avoiding eye contact, she couldn’t imagine what the woman must be thinking. Here she was dressed in shorts and T-shirt, bare-legged with sandals and hardly a trace of makeup on, booking into a hotel room at four in the afternoon with a man and no luggage between them. At least David looked decent enough in stone-colored chinos and a black T-shirt.
    “Will you be dining in the restaurant?” The receptionist glanced once again at Chantelle.
    “Do we need to dress for dinner?” David smiled and threw Chantelle a wink.
    Giving an embarrassed smile in return, the receptionist obviously tried to sound sincere when she said, “No of course not, but if you prefer, the bar has excellent meals at a fraction of the cost.”
    “Great, we’ll eat there.” David reached out for Chantelle’s hand.
    She allowed him to lead her up the winding stairs, along narrow corridors with low-beamed ceilings, the place seemingly centuries old. Up more stairs until they reached the top floor, their room part of the actual attic space.
    “Luckily, we are young and fit.” He let out a small sigh and jokingly