One Perfect Night by Rachael Johns Page A

to perform at my niece’s birthday on Saturday. Do you have Peppa’s details?”
    He’d pay her whatever it took to make her cancel any booking she already had.
    “Sure.” Yet there was a bemused edge to Molly’s voice. “But if you want I can go downstairs and ask her. She’s recording in Studio Two now.”
    A bolt of discomfort shot through Cameron’s veins. He reached out to grab on to the desk to stop himself falling off his swivel chair. “She works here?” His throat suddenly parched, he scanned the desk for any form of liquid. It was bad enough she’d been haunting him in his sleep. “Since when?”
    “Oh, ages. She’s one of our most experienced and prolific voice talents. And, as she showed on Christmas Eve, she’s a woman of many hidden talents as well.”
    You’re not kidding, thought Cameron, thinking of the numerous talented ways her fingers had played his body that night.
    “We were lucky she could organize the costume at such short notice,” continued Molly, totally oblivious to the fact Cameron’s world was tilting off axis.
    Lucky? He blew out a breath of frustration. There were many words charging through his mind and lucky wasn’t one of them. Stupid. Idiotic. Careless. Thanks to rampant hormones and a moment of insanity he was all of the above.
    He’d just broken his golden rule. Never sleep with an employee. Never. The pleasure wasn’t worth the inevitable fallout or his infallible reputation. He wasn’t on the market for a serious relationship and he didn’t like to play on his home turf.
    Massaging his temples aggressively, he tried to cut himself a little slack. He’d only been with Lyrique a couple of months and with over three hundred employees beneath him, he couldn’t be expected to know each and every one by name, but he liked to think he’d at least recognize them all.
    But what was Penelope’s excuse? His chest tightened at the realization she’d slept with him knowing exactly who he was. Thinking back to that fatal night, she’d looked at him strangely when he’d told her his name. She knew, yet hadn’t thought to clear up the mix-up. Suddenly all the ways she seemed different to other women were washed away on a tsunami of anger. What exactly was her agenda?
    “Cameron?”
    “Sorry.” He realized Molly had been waiting for some sort of reply. He blinked and shook his head to try and clear the haze. “What did you say?”
    “I said would you like me to ask her for you?”
    “No!” He spat the word harsher than intended and cringed. He needed to calm down a notch and he wanted to speak to Penelope himself. He had a few questions to throw her way. “Can you call the studio and arrange for her to come see me during the next break?”
    “But you’ve got a meeting,” reminded Molly.
    “Cancel it.”
    With that arranged, Cameron lay his head in his hands and tried to work out where the hell to go from here.
     
    “Earth to Peppa.”
    Peppa frowned and looked through the glass from the studio to where Izzy sat with earphones on her head, her ankles crossed on the desk and a pen in her mouth.
    “You read the last two lines three times,” explained Izzy. “What’s up with you?”
    “Nothing,” replied Peppa far too quickly. “Nothing at all.” She wasn’t about to tell Izzy that she couldn’t stop thinking about their elusive boss. Izzy probably wouldn’t be that shocked—sex and relationships didn’t go hand in hand in her world—but Peppa had never done anything like this before and the recollections were affecting her ability to function properly.
    Whenever she closed her eyes Cameron was there.
    She’d only been back at work two hours and already she felt like there was a time-bomb ticking beneath her feet.
    She couldn’t stop fantasizing about seeing him again but at the same time, she didn’t want to leave the security of the studio for fear she’d run into him. It was insane. She loved this job but she couldn’t work like