‘Excuse me, Miss Amber. Sorry to interrupt, but there’s an issue with the champagne delivery. We may not have enough.’
‘Oh God!’ Amber gasped. ‘You guys go ahead and explore if you want – I’ll catch up. This is a literal nightmare.’ She hurried off with the crewman, leaving us alone in the corridor.
Cam raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Well, that was very convenient.’
‘Too convenient.’
‘Master suite?’ Cam asked, and pointed at the door that Amber had shown us.
‘Definitely.’
Victor’s room was just as you would have imagined: large and lavish, gold and garish, perfect for a man with too much money. Cam closed the door behind us.
‘Five minutes, max,’ I said. ‘We can’t afford to get caught.’
‘Then we’d better get moving.’
We started rifling through drawers and cabinets. We searched under folded clothes, tapped the walls looking for hollow spaces and secret doors. We moved together in perfect synchronicity, going from one potential hiding place to another. It was strange how we’d instantly fallen into the same rhythm; we hadn’t worked together in years, and yet it was as if our bodies remembered somehow. I swept under the bed and then worked my way around the vanity, while Cam tackled the inside of the wardrobe. Then I heard it.
‘Got something,’ he said.
I turned just in time to see him open a hidden panel at the very back of the closet and pull out a sleek matt-black case. He opened it carefully and . . .
Diamonds.
Shitloads of them. He poured a handful into my palm, and we both stared down at them.
‘Fucking hell,’ Cam whispered.
I reached out and touched one, and although I’d never been a jewellery kind of girl, never dreamed of a rock on my finger, some innate womanly instinct kicked in, the one that seemed to draw us towards glittery things like moths to a flame. As if the diamond was emitting a low frequency that only I could hear, beckoning me towards it . . .
‘Naughty.’ Cam slapped my finger away playfully.
‘Well, at least we know the diamond sale is real.’
He nodded. ‘Now we just need to figure out with who and when.’
We both froze as loud footsteps sounded outside, and then Victor’s voice.
‘Quickly,’ Cam hissed, putting the diamonds away.
I looked around the room, but there was nowhere to go. Literally nowhere.
‘Fuck!’ I frantically flicked my head from side to side. ‘We’re trapped.’
The door handle began to turn, and I made a split-second decision. Ripping my dress off and throwing it to the floor, I shoved Cam in the chest. He fell backwards onto the bed, and I climbed on top of him as quickly as I could, ripping his shirt open for added authenticity. Buttons flew everywhere. And then I started kissing him. I moaned loudly, as if his lips were giving me multiple leg-shaking orgasms. And of course, he responded, grabbing my face between his hands and opening his mouth, deepening the kiss until it felt like we were both inside each other.
‘Oh my God! Sorry, sorry . . .’ It was Victor’s voice, and now it was time to start acting. I swung around in mock-startle mode, gasping in horror. But when I looked at Victor and noticed his expression, I glanced down.
‘Shit!’ I’d forgotten that I couldn’t wear a bra with this dress. I quickly cupped my breasts, this time in real shock. ‘I’m so, so sorry.’ I went to climb off Cam, but for some reason, I couldn’t move. It was as if something had pinned me in place. I looked down. Cam had planted his hands firmly on the tops of my thighs and was gripping me tightly.
‘Sorry, Victor,’ he said. But he wasn’t looking in Victor’s direction at all; his eyes were firmly locked on to mine. ‘We got a little carried away. We were looking for a private place . . . you know how it goes.’ He spoke casually and confidently, as if this didn’t bother him in the slightest. His hands moved further up my legs. He was taking full advantage of this situation and, from the look on his face, loving every second of it.
Shit, and clearly so was I, because a breathy moan escaped my lips as his thumbs started rubbing circles on my thighs. I looked down to see my skin betraying me in the most treacherous way possible: it had pimpled, little hairs standing up everywhere, followed by a visible thigh quiver.
‘Sorry, Victor, is this your room?’ Cam asked, but his eyes still did not move from me.
Victor laughed. ‘It’s your room now, but I suggest you lock the door.’
