Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus.
Only that I did.
With every glance, every touch, every minute…. he stole a little more of me.
Well that’s a blatant lie!
I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man.
personal goal to consummate.
He spoke to me in French and I lied to him in German.
Dr. Stanton turned up where I least expected and my lies came back to haunt me.
The secrets unchangeable.
I need him more than air.
I frown as the man covered in perspiration clings to me once more, oh for heavens sake.
“Do you mind?” I frown as I rip my arm from his grip. The music is pumping and I am waiting at the bar.
“Not at all.” He slurs.
Oh god, my eyes flick over to my group of friends and they all smile and raise their glasses to me in jest.
Damn them. This hens weekend away is reminding me why I am eternally single. I fake a smile, bitches.
“I mean it baby, let’s dance.”
I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m waiting for someone, you should probably run along.”
“Who?” he asks. Oh give up, pushy bastard.
A tall and dark haired good looking guy walks past and I grab him by the arm, he frowns as he turns back toward us. “This guy. “I smirk.
The creepy guy frowns and curls his lip at his competition.
My eyes scan up and down the guy I have just grabbed, oh, he’s gorgeous. I planned that well.The guy raises an eyebrow in question as his eyes flick between us.
“This is my husband.” I smile as I link my arm through his. He looks like a nice guy, I’m sure he will save me.
The tall guy raises an eyebrow in surprise and smiles. “And you are my …….wife?”
He questions as his eyes flick between me and them man.
I nod. “Aha.” Oh boy, don’t blow my cover.
Tall dark and handsome turns his gaze onto the man before us as he snakes his arm around my waist.
“You have met my gorgeous wife then?”
I narrow my eyes as I listen to his voice, I think he’s Australian.
The creepy guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.”
Tall dark and handsome smirks and leans over and grabs the back of my head and pulls me towards him, his tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth, his tongue takes no prisoners as it swipes deep into my mouth….what the frigging hell? His hand drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand.
Oh my god, this was not in the brochure.
husband, children, words, chocolate and margaritas.
writing her next novel, you will find her in a café drinking coffee with