He was a great man, she thought, perfect for her: quiet, intelligent, strong as a bull ox and a stayer – a natural introvert who would bounce off her extrovert nature and not clash with it. All she had to do was convince him of what a winning team they would make. There was a deep well of sensuality, as yet untapped, in Josh, and she was going to exploit that to the full.

After they’d checked in and eaten, Shauna took a bath and came out into the bedroom swathed in a small towel. Aware of Josh’s eyes on her as he lounged on the bed, she went over to the dressing table and let down her dark hair, brushing it out with long languorous movements. Then she stood up.

‘God, it’s hot in here,’ she said, turning to the bed, letting the towel fall to the floor. She smiled at Josh. ‘You like me like this, don’t you, Josh? Naked?’

Josh said nothing. His eyes were fixed to her body.

‘Let’s get these clothes off you,’ she said, coming over to the bed, starting to unbutton his shirt. Then her hands went to his belt, to his fly, to his underpants, and she stopped. ‘Oh, what have we here then?’ she asked, smiling into his eyes, fondling his erect cock, her full dark-nippled breasts swinging inches from his face.

Josh felt ashamed of his arousal, like he was betraying Claire. Shit, he was betraying her. But . . . God, Shauna was so hot. She was a real eyeful. And he felt so low over this business with Claire, so fucking ashamed. Despite all his bumps and bruises, despite his pain over all that had happened back at the camp, he responded to Shauna. Soon they were sweating like pigs and Shauna was bouncing up and down on his prick, moaning with pleasure.

When she at last climbed off him and phoned down to ask for a fan, they told her they didn’t have any.

‘Then move your arse and get a maintenance man up here first thing in the morning,’ she snarled at the girl on the end of the line. ‘Get these windows opened.’

‘Don’t fucking bother them, Shaun,’ said Josh. All he wanted was peace, what was she shouting the odds for? ‘I’ll stick a key in there and do it myself in the morning, but I’m knackered now. Let me sleep, for God’s sake.’