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    She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew he was in the room and she heard him say, ‘Kirsty, what the hell are you doing?’
    She sat up, tried to shake off the overwhelming tiredness she felt, and looked at him. ‘I thought I’d give you a surprise.’
    He looked at her in the negligee, at the candles, at the handcuffs. ‘What’s all this?’
    She felt foolish lying on the bed in her negligee while he was fully dressed in suit and tie. ‘Why don’t you take those things off and come join me?’
    He frowned. ‘Why is there a pair of handcuffs on the bedside table?’
    ‘I thought we could have some fun with them.’
    ‘Fun? What do you mean?’
    ‘You could pretend you’re a cop and handcuff me to the bed. Then interrogate me any way you want.’ Just saying it to him made her feel embarrassed. This had been a bad idea. She wanted to get beneath the covers and curl up and close her eyes and forget this had ever happened.
    Simon looked at her and the look in his eyes wasn’t one of lust. Of course it wasn’t; he was looking at an overweight woman in a skimpy negligee. In that moment, she pitied him. He deserved better.
    ‘I’m not some sort of sick freak, Kirsty. I don’t do that stuff.’
    ‘I...I’m writing a book. About BDSM. I wanted to do some research.’
    ‘You’re writing a book about BDSM?’ His face wrinkled with disgust. ‘Whips and chains and stuff? You really are sick.’
    ‘No...it’s for a new publishing line. It’s really popular so they want me to write a book. Some people like it, you know. BDSM, I mean.’
    ‘Yeah,’ he said, opening the wardrobe and pulling his clothes out. ‘Weirdoes.’ He pulled a suitcase out from under the bed and stuffed his clothes into it.
    ‘What are you doing?’
    ‘I’m leaving,’ he said.
    She felt confused. ‘Because of this?’
    ‘No, not because of this. Although it makes my decision easier. I was going to tell you tonight anyway. I’m moving out.’
    ‘What? Why?’
    ‘I’ve been seeing someone else.’
    Someone else. The words stabbed her in the heart and made it hard to breathe. ‘Who?’ she managed.
    ‘Just someone from work.’
    ‘Is it...Cindy?’ Cindy worked closely with Simon and he talked about her a lot. She was everything Kirsty wasn’t...blonde, graceful and slim.
    ‘Yes,’ he said matter-of-factly.
    ‘Simon, please...’
    ‘It’s too late for that. I’ll pick up the rest of my things later in the week.’ He left the room and she heard him hurry down the stairs and out the front door. It closed with a loud click that sounded so final.
    She rolled over onto her side, curled up and closed her eyes...trying to forget that this night had ever happened.

Chapter Three
     
    Kirsty dreamed that a phone was ringing somewhere and the ringtone was the same Beyonce song as she had on her own phone. Then she realised it was her own phone and she groped at the bedside table to find it. She half-opened her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. What time was it? The phone, when she finally found it, said it was already ten-thirty. It also said that the number calling was ‘Unknown’. Was it Simon? Was he calling to say he’d made a mistake?
    Kirsty jabbed at the screen and lay back on the pillow as she said, ‘Hello?’
    ‘Kirsty.’ Smooth, deep tones like polished mahogany. ‘Tyler Blake. I was talking to Jane yesterday and she said you usually write in a cabin in Scotland.’
    ‘Erm...yes, that’s right. But it’s...’
    ‘Booked up,’ he said. ‘Yes, I know. She told me that as well. I have a solution. I own a small cottage in Cornwall. It’s on the cliffs near Carbis Bay but it’s far enough away from the beach to be remote. I think it would suit your purposes.’
    ‘OK,’ she said groggily.
    ‘Great. I’ll send a driver around to pick you up and take you to East Midlands airport. From there you can take my private jet to Newquay. And a driver there will take you to the