The next morning

Motes of dust floated hypnotically in the ray of dawn light streaming through the gap in the curtains. Brooke watched them, listening to Cameron's gentle breathing. Smiling to herself, she traced a finger along his arm, which had kept her warm all night.

He sniffed and shifted. She rolled over and watched his eyes open. "Morning."

"Hey," he slurred. "So it wasn't a dream."

She giggled. "How long have you been rehearsing that one?"

Cameron laughed and stroked her cheek, before kissing her tenderly. "What time is it?" He glanced at his phone and groaned. "What time is my first meeting?" he asked, flicking through to his calendar.

"Not until 10:30," Brooke said instinctively.

He glanced at her. "Oh yeah. You're my secretary."

Giggling, she ran a finger down his chest. "Mm hmm."

Then he frowned, glancing down at her chest. "You don't have any work clothes, do you? You only have that cream dress - which was stunning, by the way. Uh ... take the day off?"

"Or I could come in wearing nothing but my lingerie," she whispered.

"I would get no work done all day."

"Exactly," she smirked, stroking his ass.

"I am so down for that, but not today," he said. "Go on, take the day off. You've earned it."

"Is that how this works? I get free holiday if I whore myself out?" Brooke asked. He frowned and made to protest, but she cut him off. "Relax, I'm fucking with you. I'll go home, get cleaned up, and I'll be there by the time you finish your meeting."

"In clothes?"

"If I feel like it."

With water drumming on her back, Brooke sighed as she mulled over the events of last night. Even thinking about it made her heart flutter. But as steam curled around her in the cubicle, doubts began filling her mind. How could she be so attached to him already? They had been fucking for less than a day, and professional colleagues for only a few months before that.

What if he turned out to be a fascist? Or homophobic? Or just a garden-variety arsehole?

She didn't think any of those were very likely, but she knew she had to entertain the possibility. And even if he wasn't an obnoxious bag of dicks, he was almost certainly capable of breaking her heart. Most men were.

She sighed again. It wasn't going to get any better by just sitting in the shower all day. As long as she was careful, hopefully she could avoid being hurt too badly.

The office door opened, and Brooke looked up from her desk as Robert from HR emerged and leaned casually on her desk. "Hey Brooke. How are things? I noticed you weren't here on my way in."

"I'm alright, thanks," she said. "Yeah, I, um, had a bit of a fever last night and needed the extra sleep." Her skin crawled at the lie.

"Oh, cool. Well I'm glad you're feeling better now," he said.

"Thanks."

Robert smiled warmly at her and slid off the desk. "Well, I'll let you work, I'm sure you're busy."

Brooke smiled nervously, heart in her throat until the lift doors finally shut on him. Sighing in relief, she straightened her dress and went to knock on the office doors. Just as her knuckles brushed the wood, it opened and she found herself inches from Cameron's face. His dark eyes twinkled as soon as he saw her.

She bit her lip, overcome with the urge to kiss him. "Hey," she managed to squeeze out.

"Hey."

"Can I, um, can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee? Blowjob?"

"Ooh, a blowjob would really hit the spot. Black, one sugar, please," he said, and she could tell he was struggling to keep a straight face. She couldn't stop herself from cracking up, and he quickly followed suit. "I see you decided on clothes."

"Yeah, I thought it was a good call. I didn't want to distract anyone in the lift up," she said. "You know, with my absolutely killer body."

"You say that like you're joking," Cameron said, stroking her shoulder with a piercing look in his eyes.

Brooke blushed and looked at the floor. "I mean, I'm not exactly Anya T-J. Anyway, did you need me for anything?"

Cameron opened his mouth as if to say something, then shook his head. "No, I just ... wanted to see you. Again." He shuffled his feet. "Right, I'll get back to work."

"Me too," she said. "Hey, uh, do you want to catch a film this weekend? You know, this weekend - uh, I mean, with me?"

A smile spread across his lips. "Yeah, I'd love that. Which movie?"