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that was what they were doing? This was sex. Great sex, but just sex. There was
no love attached. They were strangers, for God’s sake. Stella swore softly at
herself.
    “What’s wrong?” Kit watched as Stella stood up and off his
body. He had felt her stiffen up as if alarmed at something.
    What the hell was she doing? Stella was horrified to
think she was becoming like one of those women who took any man at random for
sexual gratification. She wasn’t a slut, so why was she suddenly acting like
one? She had never before behaved like this with any other man. Usually it was average
sex with a man she had dated for a while and then it all fizzled out. Stella
never felt anything much after having sex. But she was feeling a lot of stuff
now that was clouding her judgment. She was confused.
    “Nothing,” Stella murmured pulling up the now useless bodice
and dragging on the jacket.
    “Are you feeling guilty?
    Kit had hit the nail on the head. Stella was not a
moralistic, bible bashing, granny knickered do-gooder who believed sex was only
for married people. But she was back to feeling bad that she had totally lost
control with a stranger so easily. What did that say about her? Was she
desperate or indeed a slut?
    “Why would I feel guilty?” she asked. But she was feeling
guilty. Which was strange because it was not like she had to report to anyone.
She was her own boss. She could do dumb things if she wanted to.
    “There’s no reason to. It was mutual and there’s nothing to
feel bad about.” Kit knew women processed things differently from men. It both
fascinated and frustrated him.
    “Well, the thing is I don’t know you.” Stella wondered why
everything was so simple for men. They wanted you, they had sex with you and
they moved on to the next conquest. Men didn’t question things. They went with
the flow. And Stella didn’t want to be just anyone’s conquest.
    “Well, you know me now, princess.” And the more he saw of
this complex woman, the more Kit knew that was not some one-off thing for him.
    But what did Stella know? He was a thief who was an
excellent lover. Not resume material, there.
    “I don’t normally act like this.” Stella was seriously
thinking of never having sex again. There must be a vow other than the nunnery
one she could take. She would have to look that up on the internet. There was
bound to be a site for that as there was for everything else. And sure, sex
with Kit was good, damn good but where did that get her?
    Kit smiled softly at her. He didn’t need to be told that
Stella Rowallan was a lady with class and principles. That was just obvious by
her bearing.
    “I know you don’t. But you enjoyed the moment and I enjoyed
it.”
    “That’s not the point.” Stella wasn’t sure what the point
was but there had to be one somewhere. Mutual enjoyment seemed a fairly
reasonable excuse, but did she need or want an excuse?
    “What is?” Kit really wanted to understand why Stella was
beating herself up.
    Stella didn’t need rationality or understanding just now
because she felt neither of those emotions. She needed what? Maybe something reliable
like a carton of Sara Lee French Vanilla ice cream and a bottle of chocolate
fudge sauce while she told her best friend the dumb thing she just did. Another
woman would understand. But then her best friend was Simone who also had been
screwed by Kit and she had the morals of an alley cat so her objectivity would
therefore be screwed too. So maybe she would just stick to the ice cream and
fudge sauce and maybe get some rainbow sprinkles in lieu of a best friend. You
always knew where you stood with rainbow sprinkles.
    “Let’s just get your damn idols.” Stella pushed her way out
of the photo booth not caring if one of the weird assed witch people was
hanging around. She was suddenly in the mood to take one of those freaks on.
    Kit sighed and stood up. Something had happened between the
fabulous sex and now. But what? Women, go