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gorgeous
redheaded model who had approached him in the lobby – Danny and I gave
ourselves over to our desperation. The sex was more powerful, more intense,
than any we'd had before. I couldn't think; I couldn't breathe; all I could do
was experience wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure, my mind blank and
ecstatic, craving him even as I received him, an endless dance of satiation and
renewed need.
              I cried his name
over and over again, letting the sound fill the room.
              “Worth the wait?”
Danny started nibbling at my ear. “Are you glad we waited, now? To better
experience this passion, this intensity?”
              “Yes...” I
whispered back. “So glad...”
              Just then the
door flung open. Danny and I sprang apart; I hastily pulled on a silk dressing
gown Danny had left strewn across the bed.
              “N-N-eve...” A
figure groaned, tumbling towards us.
              “Steve?” I looked
closer.
              It was Steve, all
right, but disheveled – covered in blood and sweat, barely recognizable. His
hands were bloodied, bruised.
              “Steve...what
happened?”
              “Not...” he
croaked out. “Sure...”
              Then he collapsed
at our feet.

 
    Chapter 8
     
              “ S teve?” It was my voice shouting, but it seemed
to come from someone else, from some where else, out of the mouth of a
stranger. My voice had never seemed so foreign to me, so alien. In my confusion
I was hardly in my own body at all, hardly experiencing what was happening
before me, hardly feeling Steve collapse on my feet, his sweat and blood
pouring down onto my naked legs. I was in a dream – that must be it! - a
strange and surreal dream from which I could not wake up, however much I tried.
The blood was everywhere – staining the carpet, staining my legs, staining the
hem of my white silk dressing gown.
              “Steve – Steve,
what happened?” My voice, still, but the voice of a stranger.
              “Steve, I'm going
to call an ambulance, okay?” Danny's voice – calmer than my own – stern, soft,
reliable, brought me back to myself. Steve looked up at me, still reeling,
sweat slicking his red hair across his face, wobbling on his elbows.
              “That'll teach me
to...to...to....girls...” he slurred, before collapsing once more at my feet.
              “Stay calm,
Neve,” Danny said. “Keep him talking – keep him awake. If he's been concussed,
the last thing you want is for him to fall asleep – that could be dangerous.”
              “Steve...” I
murmured, sounding a bit more like myself. “Steve, what happened? Who did this
to you?”
              “Girl...” slurred
Steve again, coughing up blood. His teeth wobbled slightly, as if he'd been
punched in the mouth.
              “A girl did this
to you?” Immediately I thought of Roni Taylor, but she didn't weigh a hundred
twenty pounds soaking wet, and Steve was a muscular guy.
              “No...” Steve
shook his head. “I was with a girl...”
              “What girl?” I
asked him. “Where is she?”
              “Dunno.” Steve
chuckled darkly. “Nice girl.”
              “You went to her
hotel room?”
              “Tried to...”
Steve's eyes seemed to focus on mine. “She left me her hotel room key...I took
it...went up the elevator. Corridor was dark, deserted...”
              “And then what
happened?” I leaned in, mopping the blood from his face.
              “This guy...”
Steve furrowed his brow. “He jumped me.”
              “Jumped you?”
              “Thought he was a
waiter at first. Black hair, spiky, kinda punk-like. Typical LA...”
              “And then what
happened, Steve?”
              “He shoved