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quickly he'd said yes.  Of course, it was an offer of sex, and he was a man.  I was just used to the type that would immediately ask something like, “are you sure?” 
                  I felt the engine rev as Slick whipped the Mercedes out into traffic.  I decided I liked his response much better.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 10
     
                  I had a feeling I wasn't in my own apartment.  That feeling was cold.  My apartment has air conditioning, I know this because I have a handy square thermostat on my wall.  It doesn't activate any kind of cooling apparatus, but it's fun to play with the switches and pretend there's a point.
                  So naturally, when I felt a chill in the middle of July, I knew something wasn't quite right.  The one eye I opened was met by dimness, the only light coming from an open door on the far side of the room.  I was about to investigate when I got dizzy. 
                  Moaning, I laid my head back on the pillow.  I knew I was going to pay for last night.  What I could remember of last night, anyway.
                  “Yeah, I figured you'd be in pretty bad shape.”
                  I jerked my head to see a boxer-clad Mick standing next to the bed.  “Oh, man.  My head is going to pop off, I swear to God.”
                  He laughed, quietly at least, and held up a glass.  “Here, drink some.  I got you some aspirin too.” 
                  “You did?”  I took the glass and washed down the pills.  “What time is it?”
                  “It's a little after seven.  Don't worry about it though, just go back to sleep.”
                  I tried to sit up.  Though he was being incredibly-if not suspiciously-sweet, I wanted to be in my own bed.  “It's okay, I'll go home.  You don't want me lying here all day.”
                  Lightly pushing me back to the pillow, he asked, “Why not?  That's what I'm going to do.”  He went around the bed and laid down next to me.
                  I'm in bed with Slick.  I'm in bed with Slick?   I felt his arm brush against mine as he made himself comfortable.  I lay there like an old plank of wood, afraid that if I moved, an alarm might sound, alerting him to the fact that a receptionist was next to him..
                  After a few minutes Slick started to snore.  Once I knew he was asleep and it felt safe to exhale, I relaxed into the bed and fell asleep.
                 
                  I woke up to the sensation of fingers running up my arm.  When I opened my eyes, Slick was sitting next to me, offering me a cup of steaming coffee.  After a quick assessment, I knew I was feeling good enough to sit up.  Grateful for the caffeine, I took the mug and sipped the very strong coffee.
                  It was unnerving; sitting in bed with Slick.  He kept his eyes on me as he drank from his own cup.  After a minute he shocked me by saying, “I can't believe you're in my bed right now.”  He ran his hand surprisingly high up on my thigh.  “Last night was mind-blowing.”
                  Well, that answered the most immediate question.  The biggest drawback of drowning my sorrows was not recalling anything about last night, save a really grumpy bartender.  Obviously, the greatest benefit was the complete disappearance of all my inhibitions, evidenced by the fact that Slick called the night “mind blowing”.
                  “Just exactly what did we do last night?”  Specifically, what angles did you see me from?
                  He leaned into my neck and murmured, “You don't remember?”  Running a hand up my leg he growled, “I'm up for a repeat performance...”
                  I squirmed away from his hands and stammered, “Uh-no.  I