Waking up groggy after a fizz-fuelled lunch is never a good idea. It takes me a good few seconds to realise I'm in a hotel room with the shapely arm of a snoozing naked woman draped over me. I gently remove it and hear her phone ringing.Looking over, I notice it's Peter* calling. Her husband and my colleague. I allow myself a smirk because by God is he dull. Wherever he thinks his wife is, I'm fairly confident he won't assume she's with me.After a blast in the shower, I exit the hotel room ten minutes later and, just for fun, give Peter a call to check in on our latest project. I'd met Lydia*, the lady of the shapely arm, two weeks earlier at a work do held in a swanky restaurant overlooking the Thames.
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