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I move towards the service elevator at the back of the small room and give him a nod. "I'll see you on Monday, Sebastian."

He nods slowly in return. "Good night, Imogen."

When the elevator doors close and I'm finally alone, I lean against the wall and drop my head back, letting out a long breath.

What the fuck was that?

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SHE WAS MORE THAN SATISFIED

CAM

I don't thinkI've ever had someone run out of the room after sex before. I know she enjoyed it. She'd come so many times, and her moans and cries are still echoing inside my head, two days later.

"What's up with you? You've been quiet all evening." My brother, Michael, cracks his beer open as he takes a seat across from me on the back deck of our parents' place.

"Nothing. Just tired."

My brother is pretty open-minded, but not sure how he'd take it if I told him I'm fucked up over a woman I slept with in a sex club.

"You work too hard," Mum says, patting my head as she comes to join us.

Dad follows behind with a tray of meat in his hand, heading for the barbecue. Michael's wife, Felicity, appears a few moments later with my two-year-old nephew on her hip.

"I don't know how you do your job, Cam. All that blood, and stress... No thanks," Felicity says, putting Jordan down so he can scramble intoMum's lap.

"It's not so bad," I say with a shrug.

The truth is, I can't see myself doing anything else. The idea of being stuck behind a desk fills me with dread. I helped in admin once, when I injured my back playing footy, and it was the longest month of my life.

I listen to my family talk about Michael's new job, and the latest round of illness to hit Jordan's daycare, but I'm distracted.

After Imogen had literally fled the room on Friday night, I'd dressed slowly, trying to work out what the fuck had happened.

I thought we'd had fun.

I'll admit, the second round was pretty intense, but she'd still had another screaming orgasm, so I don't get why she'd run.

I wasn't going to run after her, though. I'm not into self-sabotage. So I'd thanked Annika for an interesting evening and found my driver to take me home. I'd not seen Imogen anywhere, and the knowledge that I'll probably never lay eyes on the beautiful woman again makes me feel hollow. Friday night was definitely a one night only thing. It had been an eye-opening experience, and some of the things I'd seen had me acknowledging my interest in exploring sex with multiple partners. But there's no way I could ever afford the price to go again, and I'm not interested in paying for sex, even if I could.

"Seriously, dude, wake the fuck up." Michael smacks his hand on the table in front of me, and I jump.

"Michael! Language!" Mum says, glaring at him.

"Sorry. Just getting annoyed."

I fix him with a glare. "Why is me being quiet annoying for you? It means you get to talk about yourself more, arsehole."

Michael and I have always had an interesting relationship. He's two years younger than me and has been a pain in my arse since he was old enough to crawl. He's a massive shit-stirrer, and it's always grated on my nerves. Which just makes him do it even more.

"That's enough, boys," Dad says, silencing us both with a look.

Felicity sighs and kicks her husband's calf lightly. "Leave him alone, babe."

I flick her a grateful smile and attempt to concentrate on the conversation happening around me.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out.

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