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that. Anyone hot going?” I ask even more quietly.
    She'll know who I mean
by 'anyone hot.’
    He's Mason's best
pal...
    Unfortunately
Jackson's very off limits. I've got Mason's message loud and clear.
But I'd like to look at and chat with him, that's all. There's no
harm in that, is there? It's a shame Mason doesn't lighten up,
because the way he's behaving has made his bestie become the
forbidden fruit. And we all know what happened to that, don't
we?
    “I'm not sure about
Jackson, but Nathan and Grant, and some of Mason's other pals will
defo be there. Oh, and a couple of Ella’s friends, some guys her
new boyfriend knows...”
    “Sounds cool. See you
there then. If I can ever get in the bathroom and get myself ready,
that is. Bath boy's taking another long swim.”
    She makes a strange
little sound, like a strangled squeak, in my ear. “Oh please, don't
set me off, my mind and body are swimming his way, Olympic
speed...”
    “I'd swim in the other
direction, if I were you. He’ll eat you alive. Have you seen Jaws?”
I snigger.
    Cassandra is so hot
for Mason. I can see her catching fire in his presence. A swim
might be a good idea. It'll put out the flames.
    He's really cool with
her, almost to the point of being frozen. I know exactly why as
well. It's because she's Sandy... and she's my best friend.
Besties are not to be played with. I'm sure if she wasn't, she'd be
toast by now. She’s blonde and right up his street, being somewhat
Barbie-esque.
    “I'd better go, Bill's
calling me. I've got a late customer,” she says.
    “Okay, see you later
then. Bye.”
    I tap end call, toss
my phone in my bag, and turn the music back on, at the beginning,
for another, full on, writhe around.
    I resume my erotic
poses and stretches on the floor.
    Finally exhausting my
repertoire, I end up grabbing my mat and doing some yoga while I
wait... and wait...
    The bathroom door
finally swings opens, a good twenty odd minutes later, and out he
strolls. I don't ask what the hell he's been up to in there with
his Loaded. I really don't want to know. And he'd probably tell
me.
    He's surrounded by a
cloud of steam and a blast of gorgeous male perfume.
    His hips are wrapped
in his “Eat Me” monogrammed black towel.
    I have to admit it's
kinda cute.
    “Yum... I'm starving,
when can I start eating?” I joke, smacking my lips noisily.
    He'd make a nice meal
in his present state. Clean shaven, hair all sticky-up and fluffy
where it's been towel dried in a mad frenzy, and his skin's a
little pink from the superheated bath.
    He gives me a pair of
raised eyebrows as his eyes flick over me, sitting cross-legged on
the yoga mat, in my bright red undies. His gaze finally comes to
rest on my modest tits.
    I guess he's noticing
I'm a woman at the moment, even if I don't meet the Barbie
standard.
    “Just dive in whenever
you like,” he says, in his slow characteristic drawl, his mouth
turning into a wide grin.
    We often indulge in
chummy flirt sessions. Sometimes they're quite hilarious and at
other times not so. In fact we regularly end up throwing things at
each other.
    “Oh, can I? What's on
the menu?”
    “I don't know. What
d'ya fancy?” His eyes flash wide in amusement and he refastens his
towel with a quick re-wrap, a little lower and more loosely, I
notice.
    He's really flirty
tonight. Enjoying it way too much.
    I'll knock that smug
smile off his handsome face.
    “Hmm, something hot
and spicy and big. Something to shut me up,” I suggest with a
snigger. “Pepperoni pizza would be nice.”
    “Pizza, eh... aww
sorry, I'm all outta that. But if you need shutting up I've got
something much better,” he chuckles.
    “Hang on a sec. I need
to get a plate and my knife and fork... and my ruler... Don't want
to cut off more than I can chew, do I?” I joke, getting to my feet
and whipping his towel from him with a quick swipe.
    He laughs loudly, with
a touch of surprise. Then, unconcerned he's in the buff, he grabs
the towel back from