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beginning to stir. The beast is coming alive all over again. Oh my goodness! I step closer and reach out a hand.
    â€˜Sorry, gorgeous, that’s not for you,’ he whispers and kisses my cheek. ‘I really need to go.’ With that, he disappears into the bathroom.
    I walk over to the door. I check that it is bolted. I feel wide awake now. I feel like taking no prisoners. All bets are off. Didn’t someone once write that the whole world is a stage and we are all players, or something like that? I feel like a player. I feel like a lowdown, dirty player. My reflection can take a hike. I know what I’m doing. I’m wild in the city having some fun. Open the windows because it’s getting hot in here. It’s time to blow off some steam, if you get my drift.

Chapter Eight – Hazy
    The hot water is oh so soothing. I watch his eyes on me from across the ocean of this tub and feel calm, relaxed even. The world is sleeping but sleep is the furthest thought from my head. Matt is a sex god and I am greedy for his love. I feel so alive, every nerve-ending is buzzing. How can I consider sleeping at a time like this? I may never have another moment like this, so why waste it? Grasp hold of it and finally, at 36 years of age, I finally understand what all those bumper stickers mean. Live life to the full. Seize the day – well, I’m seizing it, sisters; that and something else. He’s out there somewhere and it’s been at least 30 minutes since I got some and I think I need some more. Definitely!
    â€˜Tell me something.’ I’m doing my best crocodile impression with the water lapping at the side of the tub.
    â€˜This is a first.’
    â€˜You’re lying!’
    â€˜I’m not,’ protests the Heavenly Baker. ‘I’ve never shared a tub with a gorgeous girl …’
    â€˜You’re such a liar!’
    He holds up a finger and frowns at me. ‘Let me finish,’ he says gently.
    â€˜OK.’
    â€˜Rude girl,’ he murmurs.
    â€˜Sorry.’
    â€˜I’ve never shared the tub with a beautiful girl at one in the morning.’
    â€˜Wait a minute!’ I protest. ‘First you said I was gorgeous and now I’m merely beautiful. You need to get your facts straight, mister. Which one am I?’
    â€˜You’re so needy,’ he replies.
    â€˜I’m a woman. It comes with the territory. Get used to it.’ My reflection is glaring, but I can ignore with the best of them.
    â€˜I guess I’ll have to,’ concedes Matt.
    â€˜What was that?’ I ask, eyebrows heading for the heavens. ‘Did I just hear you suggest that this might be more than a one-night stand?’
    â€˜You have such a bad opinion of me. I don’t, as a rule, sleep with women I’ve just met, even if they are gorgeous, and I’m really not a player.’
    â€˜Being a player isn’t necessarily a bad thing,’ I point out.
    â€˜Isn’t it?’
    â€˜It generally means you know what you’re doing around women, which is a good thing, especially if we’re talking about what happens in the bedroom. It’s a problem, though, if a player remains a player even when in a relationship.’
    â€˜Isn’t that a bit screwy?’ asks Matt. ‘A leopard rarely changes its spots.’
    â€˜I didn’t make the rules,’ I say with a shrug.
    â€˜You’re very cute.’
    â€˜A minute ago I was beautiful.’
    â€˜You’re so needy,’ Matt murmurs once more as he shakes his head softly.
    â€˜You bet.’ I make waves as I relocate across the tub so I’m lying above his gorgeously toned body, our noses nearly touching.
    â€˜Hello,’ says Matt.
    â€˜Hello,’ I reply.
    â€˜You’re still not sleepy, are you?’
    â€˜Not one bit.’ In truth, I’m buzzing worse than the Duracell Bunny.
    â€˜You have quite a body down there,’ I