Chapter 3

"Hola, chicas. When are we going to get this show on the road? I want to party and grope some sexy, naked men," Felicia Morales, or "Fee" to her friends stated, as she walked up to her friends at the wedding rehearsal at the church. Felicia hugged and kissed her friends, as they stood in the back of the church.

"Anytime now. Oh, and thank you for saying groping on naked men in church, Fee," Nichelle replied.

"Well, we came into this world, naked, by God's hand and besides, I'm not going to lie in church. I really want to hurry this rehearsal so I can get my grub on and then stuff dollars down some naked, shiny man's g-string and I have a feeling that yall want this done quick, fast and in a hurry as well. Can I get a witness?" Felicia asked. They all laughed and agreed with her.

"Enough said. I see everyone's here except...," Felicia began, but Tavin interrupted her.

"Cameron, with his aggravatin' ass," Tavin answered.

"Okie dokie. Where is he?" Felicia asked.

"He's running late from a meeting. That's what he told Donovan," Nichelle replied. Tavin crossed her arms and leaned her head to the side, tapping her right foot.

"Yeah, he's running late from a meeting alright...with his latest skank," Tavin stated.

"You and Cameron still don't know how to play together, huh?" Felicia asked.

"Nope," Tavin replied.

"See, I think the real problem is that they want to play...with each other," Liza stated as Nichelle and her sister, Kalise nodded in agreement.

"Blasphemy. Don't even go there, Liza," said Tavin, as Liza pointed and waved as Cameron walked in.

"He's here," Felicia stated.

"See, he's not that late," Nichelle replied.

"Yeah, I see...the object of my disgust is not late. Whoop de doo," Tavin said, as Cameron walked over and hugged every female. When he attempted to hug Tavin, she gave him a look that could have sliced in him two.

"Don't even think about it, buddy," Tavin replied. He stepped away from her with a grin.

"Tavin," he replied with a grin.

"Cameron," she stated.

Cameron walked over to Donovan, and the guys, to talk to them. They spoke in their little groups for a few minutes, until Nichelle walked over to the reverend and he announced that they would begin the rehearsal. The wedding planner began to place everyone in line in the back of the church. Felicia, Kalise, and Tavin stood in line talking.

"You two still don't get along, Tav?" Kalise asked.

"Nope," Tavin replied.

"I don't usually do the cream in my coffee thing, but I wouldn't mind getting with him. He's too fine," Kalise whispered to Tavin and Felicia.

"Yes, he sure is. Tavin doesn't see all that fineness," Felicia whispered.

"I see it, but I ignore it. It just covers up the real butthead that's lurking," Tavin stated.

"He really gets to Tavin, for some strange reason or another," Fee whispered with a smile back at Tavin.

"It sounds like someone wants to get with Mr. Sexy Eyes to me," Kalise replied in a whisper to Felicia, who smiled knowingly. Felicia took Jeremy, her groomsman's arm and began to walk slowly down the aisle.

"What is going on with yall and all this blasphemy? Look, Kalise, if you want to keep your tongue, you would not speak such vile things ever again," Tavin stated, looking over at Cameron who gave her a grin. She poked her tongue out at Cameron.

"Very mature, Tavin," Cameron said.

"Bite me, Caldwell," Tavin answered as Kalise, Trey and Cameron laughed.

"Someone is in denial," Kalise responded with a smile to Tavin as she took Trey's arm, and began to walk down the aisle.

"That's what I've been saying for years, Kalise," Cameron replied. Tavin rolled her eyes at Cameron. Tavin and Cameron were standing next to each other waiting in the vestibule.

"You've been sayin' it, but it don't mean jack. I hope we can hurry and get this over with. I can't believe I have to walk with this retarded butthole. Lord, do us all a favor and strike him down, please," Tavin said with a sigh.

"Well, if it isn't Tavin Wilson, queen of the sexually repressed. How are you? I see you still have a bug up your ass," Cameron whispered.

"I was great, until I saw you. Oh, God, this means I have to touch you. Ewww, I don't know where you've been. Damn, I just took a shower too," Tavin stated to Cameron as she watched Kalise and Trey walk down the long aisle. Cameron and Tavin took their place, waiting to walk down the aisle.

"Oh, by the way, I know it may be difficult for you, but don't stand too close. The garlic that I have around my neck may burn you," Cameron replied with a smile.

"That was a good one. I wish that you could just stand and look like the pretty boy idiot that you are and not talk at all. Oh, what I wouldn't give to yank your tongue out of your mouth and strangle you with it," Tavin replied, cutting her eyes at him.

"My tongue, huh? That' s not all you want, is it, Tavin?" Cameron asked. Tavin looked up into his eyes and smiled at him.

"No, it's not. I really do want...your head on a stick, and the rest of your body parts spread strategically throughout New York, but that's just wishful thinking," Tavin replied. Cameron laughed.

"There you go, speaking about my body again. Sorry, you had your chance, but then again I may hook you up...," Cameron began but Tavin interrupted.

"Not even in your best wet dream, Caldwell," Tavin stated.

Cameron leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I don't want to burst your bubble, princess...naw, I take that back...I really do want to burst your bubble. Tavin, you look like you need something or someone to touch you. Now, I know that you are a little stressed because you ain't gettin' any, but I heard about the bachellorette party. You might get lucky. Who knows, while you are stuffing dollars down some guys g-string tonight, he might take pity on you and hook you up. One can only hope." Tavin shoved her arm through his as they began to walk down the aisle.

"Hardy har har. You are so funny...not. Look, you need to say as least as possible to me. You don't know what I'm getting. You just rest assure that it will neva', eva', be you givin' it to me," Tavin replied.

"And still, you keep bringing it up, which means, you want me," Cameron stated.

"I want you like I want a yeast infection," Tavin replied.

"Hey, whatever floats your boat. At least you'll be gettin' some kind of action goin' on down there," Cameron replied with a smile. Tavin blew out a deep breath.

"You nasty bastard. To hell with you," Tavin replied.

"Only if you come with me," Cameron responded.

"Oooh, let's just hurry up and get down this damn aisle, before I end up hurting you. You get on my last nerve," Tavin said through clenched teeth.

"This ain't no picnic for me either, sweetheart. Just be a good girl and enjoy the special time you get with the Cameron, because I know you love it. It doesn't happen everyday, so relish in it and enjoy being this close to the Cameron," Cameron replied with a smile. Tavin rolled her eyes upward.

"No, he is not referring to himself in the first person. Lord, end my suffering now. Don't nobody want nothing from the Cameron, you conceited ass bastard and don't call me sweetheart," Tavin responded.

"Oh, excuse me what was I thinking? You ain't sweet and you don't have a heart, you mean little witch. Oops, I forgot to replace that "w" with a "b". Mistakes--happens to all of us. My bad," whispered Cameron.

"If I'm a witch, you're a dick," Tavin seethed.

"Why, Ms. Wilson, you shouldn't be saying the d word in church. See, I knew it. There you go talking about my you-know-what. You really are feenin'. Oh, and I didn't call you a witch, I called you a b...," Cameron stated as they neared the end of the aisle.

"I can't stand your triflin' ass. Let go of my damn arm, dickhead," Tavin replied as she yanked her arm from him. Cameron smiled as they walked to either side of the altar.

"See, they're gettin' along just fine," Liza whispered to Felicia.

Cameron looked over at Tavin as she gave him the evil eye. He blew a kiss her way. Tavin caught the kiss, threw it on the ground, stepped on it and mouthed, "kiss my ass," without the reverend noticing. Cameron licked his lips slowly at her and mouthed, "Anytime." Tavin gave him the finger. Cameron and everyone else laughed. When the reverend looked at them, they stopped.

Liza, Felicia, Kalise and Nora, Nichelle's cousin were all trying to contain their laughter.

Liza looked back at Tavin and said, "Tavin, shame on you."

"Yeah, you can't be cursing and giving people the finger in church, mami," Felicia replied. She looked at Cameron again, who puckered his lips at her in that sexy way that usually made women melt. It only repulsed Tavin and she gave him the finger with her right and left hand. The guys laughed.

"I ain't cursing a human being, Fee. I'm rebuking the devil with the finger. You don't see that demon standing behind Trey, dressed in a gray Hugo Boss suit. Satan be gone," Tavin whispered as Cameron grinned at her. Tavin mouthed, "Eat shit and die," and Cameron laughed again.

Tavin looked upward and said, "Sorry, Lord. The devil is busy. Just get me through the rest of this night and I won't curse anymore this evening." She looked back up and Cameron puckered his lips again at her. She narrowed her eyes to slits, rolled them at him and looked upward once more.

"I know I said this evening, Lord, but I'm gonna have to change that. I won't curse anymore...until we leave this church," Tavin replied with a sigh and a roll of her eyes in Cameron's direction once more.

"I wish they would just bone and get it over with," Kalise replied. All the other bridesmaids nodded their head in agreement.

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Tavin smiled as she watched her best friend dance happily with her husband. All the stress and aggravation was worth it. Just watching her girl walk down that aisle to her man in that bad ass, ivory satin and chiffon, off the shoulder wedding gown was enough for her. The wedding was absolutely beautiful. Yes, she had to walk down the aisle and take pictures with Cameron, but it was now just a bad memory as she watched her friends dance as husband and wife.

Cameron looked across the room, standing with Nicholas, and Trey, smiling at Nichelle and Donovan. Donovan and Nichelle's families were still getting used to the fact that they were married. They never approved of their relationship, due to something as stupid as race. Donovan and Nichelle didn't care. They paid for their own wedding and everything turned out perfectly. Donovan and Nichelle were smiling into each other's eyes, and they looked like no one else in the world existed. He was extremely happy for Donovan. Nichelle was a good catch--beautiful, intelligent, fun, and sweet. They made a great couple.

"He looks happy, huh?" Trey asked.

"Yeah he does," Cameron stated.

"Better him than me. Well, one down, three to go. Which one of us is it going to be next, fellas?" Nicholas asked. They all looked at each other and then burst out laughing. Cameron shook his head as he saw Nicholas and Trey spot two pretty woman at the bar. Cameron sipped his drink and glanced across the room. His eyes zeroed in on Tavin. He always thought she was cute, but tonight she slid easily into beautiful. Tavin looked incredible in a one shouldered silver gown. He really pushed her buttons this weekend and enjoyed every insult she threw his way. Her dark brown skin looked amazing against the silver gown that hugged her in all the right places. Her lovely curves were showcased in that gown and her ass--that ass was a thing of beauty, he thought as his eyes continued to stare at her body. Tavin didn't even notice the men that were passing by, staring as they walked away. He wished that he was that gown, hugging her hips, her breasts and his favorite, her ass. Why was he thinking about Tavin in that way all of a sudden? Why did he want to grab her and kiss the life out of her?

Tavin felt someone staring at her and when she looked up, she found Cameron staring at her intensely, with his beautiful green orbs. Tavin couldn't move as Cameron's perusal of her became more intense. He gave her one of his devastating smiles and winked at her. Damn him, she thought. She couldn't stand his ass, but damn, he looked good in that Armani tux. He was one fine white boy, model gorgeous, she thought, but she would never let him know that.

Cameron heard the DJ announce that the bridal party was needed on the dance floor for a dance--with their partners. He laughed as he watched Tavin look to the sky and wince. Tavin wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. She looked up at the ceiling.

"Lord, what did I do to deserve this? I thought I was done with him," Tavin stated as she felt someone gently take her right hand and pull her away to the dance floor.

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but you're stuck with me--again," the person who was pulling her stated in a sexy, deep voice. Tavin looked up and saw Cameron, who was looking Lord, have mercy, good. Cameron pulled her on the dance floor near Nichelle and Donovan who smiled at her. Cameron put his arms around her waist and she placed her arms lightly around his neck.

"It's just a dance, not a death sentence, Tavy," Nichelle said to Tavin.

"Just mind your business and continue to dance in bliss with your man, Nichelle Dion Waters-Tarrrington and let me rot in my own personal hell...with this demon," Tavin replied with a smirk and a head nod to Cameron. Everyone around them laughed, as well as Cameron. Cameron pulled her away from the newlyweds.

"You always have something to say to me, Tavin. Just go with the flow and let's call a truce. I can be civil if you can. Come on, truce?" Cameron asked, looking down into her brown eyes. Tavin wondered why did he smell so good as she pondered his request.

"I guess I'll do it, for the lovebirds sake. Alright, truce," Tavin replied with a sigh. Cameron pulled her closer and inhaled her perfume and her own scent. She smelled delicious and she felt even better. This was the first time he was this close to her since the kiss of five years ago and he didn't want to let her go. Something was happening to him where Tavin Wilson was concerned and he didn't know what it was.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Cameron asked.

"I guess not," Tavin replied, looking into those beautiful green eyes. That damn cologne of his was wreaking havoc on her senses.

"No need to be scared, Tavin. I won't bite, unless you want me to," Cameron stated with a devastating grin. Tavin smiled, something he rarely saw. It made her look even better.

"Never in your wildest dreams, Cameron," Tavin replied, thinking to herself that his hands on her waist felt incredible. She leaned in closer and her head was on his chest. Damn, the man had a hard chest. Tavin relaxed and inhaled his cologne, which was making her crazy.

"Classic Tavin. Do you ever relax?" Cameron asked, loving the way she felt in his arms. She was actually laying on his chest, he thought. This was a first.

It must be that damn cologne, Tavin thought as she danced with Cameron. "Sometimes," she replied. Cameron looked at her beautiful, bare skin, from her face to her shoulder.

"Oh, I heard about the honeymoon to Spain. That was very generous of you," Tavin replied.

"Well, it was the least that I could do. Besides, Nichelle told me that she really wanted to go there, and she told me that you wanted to go to Spain as well," he said. Tavin lifted her head and looked into Cameron's eyes.

"Yeah, I do, but in due time," she replied. Cameron stared into those sexy brown eyes and couldn't tear away if you paid him to.

"You've got to go, Tavin. It's really beautiful there...like your eyes," Cameron whispered as Tavin shook her head with a grin and leaned back into him, swaying to the beat.

"Thanks, Caldwell," she whispered.

"It's the truth. I know I haven't told you, but you look incredible in that dress, Tavin," he replied.

"Thank you," she whispered. Cameron wanted to tell her she looked beautiful, but decided against it. As he continued to stare at her bare shoulder, he couldn't help himself. He had to say something.

"You know, you look like a Hershey's kiss in this silver gown. I wonder if you taste like one. Would you mind if I had a taste?" Cameron asked, in that seductively deep voice of his. Tavin pulled her head off his chest and smiled at him. Cameron pulled his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth.

"You want a taste...of me?" Tavin asked, looking at him sweetly.

"Just a little taste now...maybe more later," Cameron replied with a huge smile. Tavin continued to smile as she stepped onto his right foot. Cameron yelped.

"Ow, shit. Got damn it, Tavin. That hurt. Shit, my foot," he replied gritting his teeth and rubbing his foot. Their friends laughed at the scene.

"Why did you do that?" Cameron asked looking at her.

"Why did you say that?" Tavin asked and they began to argue.

"Crazy chic," Cameron said to Tavin.

"Perv," Tavin replied to Cameron.

"I knew it wasn't going to be long. You owe me $20 bucks, baby," Donovan told Nichelle.

"As long as I owe you, you'll never be broke," Nichelle replied.

"Ha ha," Donovan replied as he gave his smiling wife a quick peck.

Tavin looke over at them and pointed. "You two, give me a freakin' break. Go find a room or something. And as for you, Caldwell, it was supposed to hurt. I am not one of your little whores for hire, Cameron. Remember that. I've done my duty, Nichelle. I'm going to my room. Have a great time in Spain. Call me when you get back," Tavin replied, holding her dress in her right hand so she wouldn't trip on it, as she quickly exited the ballroom of the grand hotel.

"Tavy, don't go. Come on. Cameron, what did you do?" Nichelle asked looking angry. Cameron looked at Donovan who mouthed, "You are dead if you don't fix this," to him.

Cameron began to speak, but Nichelle put up her right hand to him.

"I don't want to hear it. Go apologize and get her back here...now," Nichelle replied. He looked up at Donovan who put a finger across his neck and sliced.

"Alright, alright," Cameron replied as he ran out of the ballroom after Tavin. Cameron figured she would say something, but step on his foot? He didn't see that coming. He had to fix this or Nichelle and Donovan were going to kick his ass. Cameron watched Tavin walk into the elevator. Tavin saw Cameron come up as the doors were closing. Cameron stuck his hands in the elevator and forced the doors open. Tavin sighed as the elevator closed. She walked to the other side of the elevator.

"Tavin, are you really going to just leave your best friend's reception?" Cameron asked.

"Yep. I upheld my end of the bargain. Great, now I'm stuck in here with you," Tavin replied grudgingly.

"Yeah, you are, so get used to it. Admit it, Tavin, you've been wantin' to be alone with me all night," Cameron replied from the other side of the elevator.

"You really need to stop smoking that shit. Look, just stay where you are and we'll be okay. Why in the hell did my room have to be on the 15th floor?" Tavin asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Come on Tavin, come back downstairs and have some fun. I was just kidding around," he replied, not wanting to let her get away from him yet.

"No," she stated in a defiant tone. Cameron was tired of this. Why couldn't she just be civil for a little while? He just flirted with her, he didn't ask her to marry him. He stopped the elevator. Tavin turned and looked at him.

"Oh, no you didn't. Cameron, start the elevator, now," she yelled.

Cameron shook his head no as he walked into her space. He cornered her in the elevator, placing one arm above her head and the other on the bar directly by her waist. Cameron effectively boxed her in. If looks could kill, he would be dead.

"Oh, yes I did. Tavin, I won't start this elevator until you agree to come back downstairs," he replied in a calm voice. Cameron stared at her luscious, full lips and his gaze slowly lifted back to her eyes.

"Well, I guess we're going to be here all night, so get nice and comfy," Tavin replied staring him dead in the eye.

"You are being ridiculous. Nichelle's your best friend, and you want to leave her reception? She wouldn't do this to you. Tavin, stop being a self-absorbed, stubborn little brat and go back downstairs to your best friend's reception," Cameron replied, his left hand moving to her waist. Tavin didn't move. She continued to stare into that gorgeous face and counted to 10 to try and calm her nerves. Why was Cameron Caldwell having this affect on her?

"You have got some nerve callin' me a self-absorbed, stubborn brat," Tavin replied.

"I just call 'em like I see 'em. Why did you get so flustered over a little flirting? You should be used to it by now," Cameron replied, staring into Tavin's beautiful, slanted brown eyes. How could someone so damn cute be so damn mean, he thought to himself.

"Listen, I don't like it when you speak to me like I'm your skank of the month," Tavin stated. Cameron moved closer to her. It began to feel like a sauna in that elevator and Tavin knew it was due to the tall, gorgeous, sexy, piece of aggravation standing in front of her closely.

"I didn't mean any harm by it, sweetheart, and I apologize if you took it the wrong way. I guess if I told you I thought you looked absolutely beautiful tonight, you'd get pissed off and punch me right?" Cameron asked in a low, deep voice. He removed his right arm from above her head and ran his right hand along her left cheek. Her skin was beautiful and silky soft.

Tavin gulped as she stared at him. Cameron Caldwell apologized to her and he was touching her. Did she get a contact high or was she in an alternate universe? The answers to those questions disappeared from her mind as she relished in his nearness and his touch. This was weird. Cameron never apologized to her. His hand on her cheek was making her stomach flip. Why did his eyes have to be so beautiful, she asked herself.

"No, I would say thank you, if you meant it, but knowing you, you would probably have a wise ass remark waiting for me," Tavin stated. Cameron lifted his head and laughed. He looked back down into her eyes.

"Like the boy scouts, always prepared. But seriously, Tavin, you should know me by now. I don't say anything I don't mean. I mean it, you look beautiful," Cameron replied, running a finger lightly down the middle of her cute little nose to trace her full lips. Tavin tried to control her breathing.

"Thank you," she answered. Cameron gave her one of his movie star smiles.

"You're welcome," he whispered as his finger moved reluctantly from her lips, slowly down her neck, to her bare righ shoulder. Tavin felt the goosebumps and she shuddered.

Cameron leaned down into her right ear, slowly running his finger back and forth across her exposed collar bone and whispered, "Now, how about that taste, Tavin?"

Tavin looked at him fiercely. He stared at her with lust filled, green eyes, slowly licking his lips. "I knew it. That's all you want is a taste, huh? Well, it ain't gonna happen and if you think it's gonna happen you got another...," but she was interrupted by a quick kiss that not only silenced her, but sent her senses reeling. His lips felt like they belonged on hers. Wait, did she just think that?

Cameron looked at her after the short kiss and watched her panting as hard as he was. He stared down into her eyes, and she stared into his, not moving an inch.

"I really don't like you," she sneered.

"The feeling's mutual, sweetheart," he sneered licking his lips. Tavin stared into his eyes, chest heaving and he did the same. Cameron pulled her to him with urgency, his arms around her waist, kissing her softly, exploring her lips first. He outlined her lips lightly with the tip of his tongue and whispered, "Mmmm, you taste so sweet. I need more, Tavin. Let me in that pretty little mouth, baby," he whispered and she did what he asked. Tavin opened her mouth and his tongue danced with hers, eliciting a deep moan from Tavin, and a groan from Cameron.

"Cameron, what are we doing?" she asked. He loved the way she said his name.

"We're kissing," he asked as they kissed.

"We can't stand each other," she whispered and let out a small moan.

"Tell our lips that," he whispered as he continued to kiss her. His arms were around her waist, but she wasn't close enough. Her arms were still by her side. Cameron pulled them around his neck, pulling her closer to him in the process. Cameron tore his lips away from hers and lifted her chin up so that she could look in his eyes. She remembered that look from five years ago.

"I'm not going to hurt you baby. I just want to kiss these sexy little lips of yours. Hold me close, just like this, baby. Let me enjoy this," he whispered as he attacked her lips again. Tavin pulled him closer to her. She felt his erection along her abdomen as Cameron continued his oral assault on her lips. She tasted so good, better than any woman he ever kissed, he thought, as he ran his hands along her back, to her behind. It felt better than it looked, he thought with a moan, as he gripped her behind with both hands.

"Tavin," he groaned her name in a low voice and continued to kiss her lips. Tavin had never felt anything like this, except...you know when. Cameron did what he wanted to do all weekend. He pulled her plump bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it gently between his lips as Tavin moaned again. That was one sexy sound, he thought. He was rock hard from a kiss. That never happened to him before, but then again, he never kissed any girl or woman the way he kissed Tavin Wilson.

It felt as if he was devouring her lips, she thought, loving the sensation. When he felt he had an adequate sample of her bottom lip, he ran the tip of his tongue lightly over it, then outlined her upper lip with the tip of his tongue and glided his tongue tenderly along her neck.

"Your skin is so soft and beautiful, Tavin. You smell good enough to eat, baby," he whispered, as his tongue traveled to her ear. Tavin's eyes rolled in the back of her head. Cameron pulled her right ear lobe between his lips and nibbled on her earlobe. Tavin thought she was going to pass out. She moaned again. She was at a loss for words and her thong was dripping wet. The boy could kiss! The tip of his tongue circled the shell of her ear and dipped inside, eliciting another moan from Tavin.

Cameron smiled as his tongue descended back to her lovely brown neck. He planted soft, open mouthed kisses along her neck, her collar bone and her bare shoulder. Tavin ran her fingers into the ultra short hair at his nape, not wanting this feeling to end. Tavin wanted more and she couldn't believe it when he stopped, and broke away from her, starting the elevator. Tavin was in a daze as she looked at him, without a smart reply for the first time since they met. The elevator began to descend and he ran his thumb along her lips with a smile on his face, holding her by the waist.

"So, that's how I get you to shut up. See, all I wanted was a little taste, and you're delicious. That wasn't so bad, now was it? I know you don't want everyone to know what we've been doing in here, so I suggest you fix yourself up before coming back out, okay," he whispered, kissing his finger and placing it on her lips. Tavin was still in a thoroughly kissed daze and only nodded her head in agreement. She was too adorable, he thought.

Cameron had never witnessed a quiet Tavin before. This was historic. He also couldn't deny his response to her, which wanted to break free. Cameron had to get out of there before he ripped off that silver piece of satin and made love to her in the elevator. No woman had the right to taste that good, he thought. He was calm, but he knew after this kiss, his relationship with Tavin was going to be different.

Cameron smiled at her and gave her a small peck on the lips as he walked backwards out of the elevator as it opened on the first floor.

"You still owe me a dance. I'll see you in a few, sweetheart," he replied, giving her a devilish grin as he walked back to the reception, her lipstick all over his face. Nicholas was walking from the bathroom as he watched a dazed Tavin walk out of the elevator and a smiling Cameron run his thumb over his lips, with lipstick on his face.

"What the hell? Now, what have they been doing?" Nicholas asked himself aloud. Nicholas shook his head knowingly and walked back into the reception.