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certain, but she thought she’d had more than one glass while they’d sat talking. He’d taken her to his club afterwards and had coaxed her out onto the dance floor for a slow dance that had sent her mind reeling and her temperature soaring.
    She frowned. Maybe she shouldn’t be putting it all down to Constantine’s prowess? She knew she’d had at least one mixed drink after she’d arrived at the club and considering she never drank she must have been trashed. Would the alcohol have heightened the experience or dulled her senses, though?
    Maybe she should’ve tried mixing sex with alcohol before and she wouldn’t have had so many god-awful experiences before?
    Dismissing the thought, she headed into the bathroom to pull herself together. It wasn’t until she got out that she felt a fleeting sense of panic about the time and her job.
    Luckily, she remembered the boss had taken her off the schedule—reluctantly—after she’d pulled a double the day before. She had the entire day to herself.
    What was left of it. She was pretty horrified when she discovered she’d slept most of the day. Granted, it must have really, really late when she’d finally gotten home.
    She hadn’t gotten off work until eight. Then she’d bathed and dressed … dinner …
    dancing.
    She finally faced the one thought she’d been trying to avoid while she brewed coffee.
    Constantine hadn’t spent the night with her—or what was left of it. He’d brought her up to her place, fucked her brains out—and done a bang-up job of it!—and then left.
    She sighed. At least he hadn’t tossed bills on the bed when he’d left, she thought glumly.
    Try though she might to invent a plausible excuse for why he’d played and run, she couldn’t come up with anything except that he’d gotten what he’d come for and was in a rush to leave.
    She hadn’t enjoyed that particular experience before. She hadn’t dated enough, she supposed, but she’d overheard enough complaints from other women to know it was standard practice with the hit-and-run kind of guy. She hadn’t expected that sort of 35
    behavior out of Constantine, but then she was obliged to admit that she hadn’t expected him to show up at all and she didn’t really know what to expect. It wasn’t bad enough that she didn’t have that many experiences to go by. He was a foreigner to boot and they probably had a whole different way of looking at such things, especially since she’d put out on their first official date.
    She probably was lucky he hadn’t tossed out a few bills!
    What had she been thinking?
    She’d been too boozy to think—with anything but her pussy, that is!
    Not that that was an excuse. She’d been hot for Constantine since she’d laid eyes on him. The booze had just hastened her downfall. If she’d been stone cold sober and he’d tried to get her in bed, she probably would’ve raced him there!
    She decided after a while that the real reason she felt so blue was because she was afraid she’d run him off. Too easy! And Nanna had given her plenty of lectures on that subject!
    She should’ve known better! She wasn’t a kid anymore. She was a grown woman. She couldn’t excuse her bad behavior on rampant hormones even if she did have raging hots for the guy. She should’ve been using her brain!
    Well, she supposed it was too late to worry about it now. She’d blown it!
    And maybe she hadn’t really had a chance with him to start with? She’d accepted that he was way out of her league. Most likely the only thing that had convinced him to take her on one date was the possibility that he’d get laid.
    After wrestling with a hangover, her depression, and her conscience for hours, she finally decided that what she needed was to take a walk to clear her head. She didn’t want to OD on aspirin and what she’d taken had only dulled the pain for a while. She still felt like hell.
    The sun was setting as she left her building and that gave her pause,