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sex, you’ll be SOL unless you help me now.”
Dion heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Avoid her. That’s what I’d do.”
“Easier said than done.”
Or maybe not. She’d worked across the street from him for two years, but tonight was the first time they’d spoken. If he made a point of never going outside when there was a chance she might be there, and on the off chance that she might be embarrassed enough about what had happened to avoid him…it could work.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Dion said.
…
Annie woke up feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed, her body languid and her muscles almost indecently loose.
She was fully dressed under the blanket—minus her shoes, which was a bit strange, perhaps—but she felt great.
Until she opened her eyes and the bright morning sunlight sliced her retinas like twin razor blades.
“Owww!”
Her body might feel good, but her head didn’t.
What happened last night?
She flipped over on her back, her body still pleasantly loose, and threw an arm up to cover her eyes. And thought about it. After a few seconds it all came back. Dionysus’s bar. The Cosmos. The conversation with Eros. Throwing herself at Harry Mitchell and having him turn her down, quite rudely. Kicking the boxes in the alley. Hanging on Ross’s arm the whole way home, and having him carry her upstairs to her apartment because she was too drunk to make it on her own.
God, how mortifying! Cheeks flaming, she flipped over and hid her face in the pillow. She’d been drunk, she’d been maudlin, and she’d made a fool of herself not just in front of Harry but in front of Ross, too. The only thing that could have made it worse was if she’d vomited. And she was pretty sure she hadn’t done that.
At the moment, however, she was thinking about it.
It was all a bit blurry, thanks to the Cosmos, but after he carried her upstairs—and without breaking a sweat, too—she must have thrown herself at him, because she was pretty sure she could remember kissing him. She’d kissed him a lot, for what seemed like a long time. If she remembered correctly, and it wasn’t just wishful thinking, he was a very good kisser, and he’d tasted like no one she’d ever locked lips with before.
And hadn’t she undressed him, too? She thought she could remember that at some point, she’d had her hands on his skin. Her palms remembered the feel of it, the heat and softness.
Was that why she was sans her underwear? She was wearing everything else she’d started out with—minus the shoes, and minus her panties.
Had she actually seduced the poor man last night? After he’d told her he wasn’t ready to move on from his divorce, too?
She was fairly certain something had been consummated. There were really only two things that could have made her body feel like this, so floaty and relaxed, and one of them was a heavy-duty session of really good sex. It had been a while since she’d had one of those—years—but she remembered the way it made her feel.
The only other possible explanation was prescription drugs, and she knew she hadn’t taken any of those. They wouldn’t have mixed well with the Cosmos. If she’d paired drugs with Cosmos, especially the Cosmos Dion mixed, a hangover would have been the least of her problems this morning.
So yes, they’d had sex. And then he’d left. He must have, because—she looked around—he wasn’t here. Besides her, the bed was empty, and it didn’t look like anyone else had been in it, really. The rest of the apartment was quiet, and small enough that she would have heard him if he’d been around. The shower was silent, and so was the kitchen. She was definitely alone.
Well, good. After embarrassing herself like she had, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to face him again.
Although she did owe him an apology. He’d been nice enough to walk her home last night. He’d done his best to cheer her up after Harry rebuffed her. He’d even carried her up
Dion heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Avoid her. That’s what I’d do.”
“Easier said than done.”
Or maybe not. She’d worked across the street from him for two years, but tonight was the first time they’d spoken. If he made a point of never going outside when there was a chance she might be there, and on the off chance that she might be embarrassed enough about what had happened to avoid him…it could work.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it,” Dion said.
…
Annie woke up feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed, her body languid and her muscles almost indecently loose.
She was fully dressed under the blanket—minus her shoes, which was a bit strange, perhaps—but she felt great.
Until she opened her eyes and the bright morning sunlight sliced her retinas like twin razor blades.
“Owww!”
Her body might feel good, but her head didn’t.
What happened last night?
She flipped over on her back, her body still pleasantly loose, and threw an arm up to cover her eyes. And thought about it. After a few seconds it all came back. Dionysus’s bar. The Cosmos. The conversation with Eros. Throwing herself at Harry Mitchell and having him turn her down, quite rudely. Kicking the boxes in the alley. Hanging on Ross’s arm the whole way home, and having him carry her upstairs to her apartment because she was too drunk to make it on her own.
God, how mortifying! Cheeks flaming, she flipped over and hid her face in the pillow. She’d been drunk, she’d been maudlin, and she’d made a fool of herself not just in front of Harry but in front of Ross, too. The only thing that could have made it worse was if she’d vomited. And she was pretty sure she hadn’t done that.
At the moment, however, she was thinking about it.
It was all a bit blurry, thanks to the Cosmos, but after he carried her upstairs—and without breaking a sweat, too—she must have thrown herself at him, because she was pretty sure she could remember kissing him. She’d kissed him a lot, for what seemed like a long time. If she remembered correctly, and it wasn’t just wishful thinking, he was a very good kisser, and he’d tasted like no one she’d ever locked lips with before.
And hadn’t she undressed him, too? She thought she could remember that at some point, she’d had her hands on his skin. Her palms remembered the feel of it, the heat and softness.
Was that why she was sans her underwear? She was wearing everything else she’d started out with—minus the shoes, and minus her panties.
Had she actually seduced the poor man last night? After he’d told her he wasn’t ready to move on from his divorce, too?
She was fairly certain something had been consummated. There were really only two things that could have made her body feel like this, so floaty and relaxed, and one of them was a heavy-duty session of really good sex. It had been a while since she’d had one of those—years—but she remembered the way it made her feel.
The only other possible explanation was prescription drugs, and she knew she hadn’t taken any of those. They wouldn’t have mixed well with the Cosmos. If she’d paired drugs with Cosmos, especially the Cosmos Dion mixed, a hangover would have been the least of her problems this morning.
So yes, they’d had sex. And then he’d left. He must have, because—she looked around—he wasn’t here. Besides her, the bed was empty, and it didn’t look like anyone else had been in it, really. The rest of the apartment was quiet, and small enough that she would have heard him if he’d been around. The shower was silent, and so was the kitchen. She was definitely alone.
Well, good. After embarrassing herself like she had, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to face him again.
Although she did owe him an apology. He’d been nice enough to walk her home last night. He’d done his best to cheer her up after Harry rebuffed her. He’d even carried her up
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