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Had Brian skipped out because he couldn’t care less or because he couldn’t deliver?
    She leaning forward, placing her head against the tiled bath edge. She let the last of the water’s heat seep into her skin, soothing her aching shoulders. The stress was starting to kick in again. What to do?
    There was a noise of the maid coming into the main room of the suite. Beth called out through the slight open door of the bathroom, “Just give me a minute and I’ll be ready.”
    She sat up and pulled the plug from the bath. It was time to get out, time to face the world. She glanced over at the fluffy white towels on the glass shelf sitting halfway down the wall. There was no putting it off any longer, it was really was time to get out. As she stepped from the bath, Beth caught movement as the door of the bathroom push open.
    “Hey!” she said surprised and grabbed for a towel. As she stepped forward, her foot slid on the wet tiled floor and she slid, at speed, across the floor. Dropping everything, Beth frantically flailed her arms to get balance. She didn’t stand a chance, with the wet marble nothing short of a full set of breaks would have made it possible to stop.
    “What…?” was all the man at the door managed to get out before she smacked into him.
    There was silence. Everything felt as though it had slowed down. All Beth could hear was the water drain from the bath and the pounding of her own heart. Getting a grip on herself, she glanced up at the man she had crashed into. He stood still, looking shocked to find his arms wrapped around her. Instinctively he had grabbed her as she had fallen, stopping her from ending up in a complete mess at his feet. Instead, Beth ended up a safe but wet soggy mess in his arms. Not much better for her ego but at least she was still sort of on her feet.
    “Just what kind of masseuse did Thomas send?” the man asked gruffly after a brief pause. The faintly stunned expression stayed on his handsome face. He seemed completely at a loss about what to do with her.
    “What…what do you mean?” Beth finally asked when his words filtered into her panicking mind. She felt light headed, no doubt from the hot bath, her near spill onto the glossy marble floor okay and the alcohol in her system.
    As his voice had washed over her, Beth couldn’t help but notice that the body she was pressed up against was hard in all the right places. He seemed to be using very little effort to keep her upright. Given she was bearing very little of her own weight that was pretty impressive. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and dark hair. He looked rugged and tired but handsome and very appealing.
    Now Beth was in a dilemma. Realising he was attractive made her all the more aware of it. She couldn’t let go of him because it would mean revealing her very naked body. To let go of him and to step away to reach her dropped towel was completely unthinkable. Besides, she wasn’t sure if her legs were steady enough yet.
    “I asked my manager for a qualified therapist,” he explained and then paused significantly, “Not a … ah… therapist of a different sort.” He sounded tired and not that impressed with the nude woman soaking his front.
    “Not that I don’t appreciate this but I’ve just spent the last ten hours on a plane. All I want to do now is sleep,” he continued. While explaining, David was quietly deciding that he was going to kill Thomas when he got his hands on him. This was just what he didn’t need.
    “No… of course. Look,” Beth went from mortified to horrified to mortified again as she realised what he was insinuating.
    “No, the hotel manager didn’t expect you until much later and …” Beth slowly moved a little away so she could look at his face. She really couldn’t stay sprawled against him. Even if it was the most dignified of positions she could find herself in, given the circumstances. Besides, while the front of her was toasty warm, the air was cooling the