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Good luck to them if they are, because I'm as confused as any passers-by would be.

"So, me saying I'm fine with it means that she really thinks I'm not fine with it?"

Annika pats my arm as I try to put all this together. "Poor, poor Cam. Look, Imogen likes to fuck. We both know this. But she has been turning herself in knots all week because she's horny as fuck. And she didn't feel right coming to either of us to help her out, because she was worried you'd think she was unfaithful, like your ex."

Understanding dawns on me then. "So, she thinks that I'm only saying I'm fine with it, but in reality, if she actually did something, I'd end things with her because I don't trust her?"

She points her finger at me. "Ding, ding, we have a winner, people."

"Well... I really am fine with it. More than fine with it. Look... things with my ex..." I sigh, figuring I might as well tell her all the facts, seeing as she seems to be the one who can talk to me, rather than Imogen. "We talked about bringing someone else in to spice things up, and I was completely onboard. But what she really wanted was the green light to fuck our PT without me. I have no issues with sharing as long as the person I'm with is honest about it."

Annika is quiet for a moment as she processes my words. The longer she's quiet, though, the more I begin to worry. I don't know her well, but I get the feeling she's a bit of a schemer.

"So... You'd be cool with participating, then?"

Yep, just what I suspected. A schemer.

I study her, wishing I could read her mind so I knew where she was going with this. "Yeah..."

Her eyes light up like it's Christmas and I'm fucking Santa.

"Right. I think we need to have a chat with Sebastian. Without Imogen, because clearly she has no idea how to discuss this with you and actually believe you know how you feel."

"I don't... Why do we need to talk to Sebastian?" I'd like to blame the fatigue on how long it's taking me to follow this conversation.

But it's honestly one of the strangest I've ever had, and even on a full night's sleep, I'm not sure I'd be on the same wavelength as her.

Annika sighs and pats my arm again. "To get his help, silly."

"Why do we need his help?"

"Because if anyone has experience with getting Imogen to get out of her fucking head, it's that man."

Right... Well that just makes me feel so much better about all this.

"Look, I'll force her out for lunch tomorrow and you go see Sebastian." I open my mouth to protest, but she covers it with her hand. "Na-ah. Do you want her to be happy or not?" Sighing, I nod my head. "Good. You will see Sebastian. I'll let him know when to expect you."

"I still don't see why you and I can't just talk to her, and you back me up when I say it's fine."

She shoots me a wicked grin as she turns to walk away. "Because if we do it my way, then maybe you'll get to have some fun, too."

She leaves me standing there, staring after her with my mouth hanging open as all sorts of filthy thoughts race through my mind.

So much for getting in a workout to ease some of the horniness. Now I'm even more fucking keyed up.

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DID YOU SEE HEAVEN, BABY?

IMOGEN

This feelslike the longest week of my life. After visiting the Melbourne venue on Tuesday, I'd spent the last two days in Sydney. Daniel's mystery blonde guest had appeared briefly in his office, but she'd paled when she'd seen me sitting at the desk and ran off. She seemed very shy, and I'm trying to work out what her story is. She's definitely not one of the sex workers, and I would have been involved in her hiring if she was another member of staff. And Daniel isn't giving me any information, other than telling me to keep her presence to myself.

It's all very mysterious, and if my libido wasn't screaming for attention, I'd be pushing for information. But all thoughts of her disappear from my mind when I get home and find Cam waiting out the front for me. Grinning, I pull up beside his car and open the passenger window.

"Hey you," I say, and he looks up from his phone, that beautiful smile appearing when he realises it's me.

"Hey, yourself."

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