Elizabeth had to remind herself that she’d told Camilla she was married to Owen. ‘Cheating bastard,’ she said as she opened the back of the device and pressed play.

Sure enough, there were Camilla and Owen entering the room. Owen hadn’t wasted any time in getting himself comfortable on the bed. Elizabeth inwardly winced as she watched Camilla go over to him and within a few minutes they were both naked and writhing around. Camilla was either very good at her job or genuinely enjoying herself. She glanced at Camilla with a raised eyebrow as she saw Camilla perform oral sex on Owen.

Camilla looked over her shoulder. ‘Ah, yes. That was just a teaser. I did think I’d stop there but then I thought he really needed to have sex so he couldn’t worm his way out of it. I hope you don’t mind.’

‘Mind? Of course not. I’ve got the cheating bastard now.’ Elizabeth continued to watch, feeling decidedly uncomfortable, but she needed to see it all so she could blackmail him properly. ‘It’s a bit awkward watching,’ she admitted.

‘Do you want me to fast-forward to the sex bit?’ asked Camilla. She took the device from Elizabeth and returned it to her a few moments later.

Elizabeth watched the recording and there was Owen, first lying down while Camilla was on top and then flipping her over and thrusting away at her. Her stomach gave a little turn of disgust as she had a full view of his white arse bobbing up and down.

Elizabeth switched the recording off and put the device safely into her bag. She couldn’t help feeling rather seedy and wanting to wash her hands. Instead, she took out an envelope, which she passed to Camilla.

‘Two hundred and fifty bonus for you,’ she said.

Camilla looked inside the envelope and slipped it into her bag. ‘Nice doing business with you,’ she said. ‘Let me know if you need me again. Here’s my number.’

Elizabeth shouldn’t have been surprised that Camilla had her own business card, but the white card with Camilla’s name and phone number in gold lettering was every bit as sophisticated as she was.

‘Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind,’ said Elizabeth.

She waited in the room after Camilla had left and played out in her mind how she was going to take great pleasure in blackmailing Owen with this recording. First, though, she needed to make sure she took multiple copies and kept them safe. If Owen tried anything clever, as he had with her phone that time, then she’d be ready for him. She leaned back in the chair and smiled. She really was enjoying herself.

Chapter Eighteen

Lodge 174, Conmere,
Saturday, 11 May, 5 p.m.