<b>Such a superiority complex he had. Always wanting to seize the moral high ground and having no doubt that he could ever be wrong. He was like a baby throwing his toys out of the pram, insisting that it should be he who slept in the bed. Not that it bothered her really even if he did carry out his threat to. Caitlin was sure nothing would happen. She was convinced he wouldn't even have a clue what to do. For all she knew he was likely to be asexual. Of course she notice the way he sometimes looked at her but like the rest of his personality he was tedious with a distinct lack of having much about himself.<br/>
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At least he did finally have the courtesy of giving her some space though to her mind he was only showing deference to her. She chuckled to herself at the thought of stripping off in front of him and see what his reaction would be. It would be quite a humiliation for him, no doubt going beetroot red. The shower though did feel good when she stepped in it. She only wished she had more time to have pampered herself by having a long soak in the bath. But the 22 year old brunette was unsure when the guy she was lumbered with would come back as he was total unpredictable though she had to reluctantly admit he was very reliable. At least for work. But then again she believed he had nothing else in his life.<br/>
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Deciding against also shampooing her long locks, it probably did not take her much longer that an hour to indulge herself a little. Caitlin wasn't really inquisitive about where he had gone when she came back into the bedroom wearing the hotel's courtesy white fleeced bathrobe that almost came down to the floor. She hadn't noticed that she had put on 'his' as opposed to 'hers' but it was embossed on the back. Curiosity got the better of her when she went into the adjoining living room she saw him on a lounger out on the lanai. Picking up a couple of bottled drinks from the refrigerated mini-bar, she went out to join him sitting down opposite him.<br/>
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"Don't say I'm never nice to you. Truce?" Changeable wasn't the word for her. She could be erratic and volatile at best. Perhaps even illogical. But she suddenly switched her tact. Confrontation was never going to work with him. Caitlin thought she would try being cordial with Clark and slowly persuade him to do what she wanted. She had nothing to lose otherwise she would have to resort to blackmail or other means. Adjusting her bathrobe so at least her thighs were covered, she had ruled out trying to seduce instead as the idea revolted her. "I'm not angry, but was it you who booked the room or told admin to do hoping you would be able to get your clutches on me." It was intended as a joke but she thought it would be interesting to see how he responded. She drank rather suggestively from the bottle as she kept her eyes pinned on him.<br/>
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