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I sigh, sinking against the chair. I need coffee urgently.
Suddenly, I hear a knock at the door. I freeze, then realize it’s ridiculous. This is still my room until 11am… check out time… unless it’s Khristian.
I grab the nearest robe and wrap it around myself, racing to the door. Using the peephole, I’m disappointed when I see a bellhop, and not Khristian.
Sighing, I open the door.
“Room service, mademoiselle,” he says in a cheery voice.
“Oh,” I say. “I didn’t order…”
“Courtesy of the hotel.” I let him in, blushing at the scene of my dress and shoes lying in the middle of the floor. I suddenly notice my underwear is nowhere to be seen…
I brought an overnight bag, so I don’t have to do the walk of shame… but still… did he swipe my panties?
“Oh. Thank you.”
He wheels the trolley in, heading for the dining table. I go on the hunt for my purse to tip him and he waves it off. “All taken care of. Have a lovely morning.”
I smile as he lets himself out and I walk back toward the trolley. It’s way too much food.
I lift the silver lid on one tray and see an assortment of exotic fruit. Another has bacon and eggs and toast. Smoked salmon and asparagus. And there’s coffee; the waft is delicious.
I groan when I pour myself a cup and the smooth elixir slides down my throat. This hotel has gone all out. Definitely five stars.
I glance once more at Khristian’s note and a flush of warmth spreads through me.
Even if it is a ridiculous notion that I would ever see him again, or afford to be able to see him again, I doubt it’s going to happen.
I can’t pay for sex. I can’t afford to pay for sex. Even if I could get my head around how morally gray that is, I can’t deny the loss of him shouldn’t feel like this.
Even if I tell myself I have the memory of him. That doesn’t mean this will carry over into my every day, very mundane life. People don’t live like this. That’s why it’s called a fantasy and my friends paid hundreds, probably thousands of dollars for one night with a man who’s unobtainable.
I hug myself.
Don’t be silly, Imogen. You knew what this was.
I do, and I can’t help the smile on my face as I start to tuck into the food.
I’m going to enjoy myself right up until 11am. After that, anything that happens is out of my control.
Of course Ariana and Charlize, who are both on speaker phone, want to hear all about my night with Mr. Dark and Dangerous.
I’m not a prude, but something about my night with Khristian has me wanting to keep the sordid details to myself, much to their disappointment.
“You guys! I told you most of what happened. It was great. He was amazing and I love you guys til the end of time.”
Ariana gives me a pointed look, while Charlize laughs over the phone.
I don’t tell them about the flowers or the note. Maybe he was just being kind, or trying to land me as a new client. I don’t want them to think I’m going to take him up on his offer. Even if my fingers have already pressed his number into my phone… I'm afraid I’ll misplace the card, and then I’ll never be able to find him again.
Take a breath. This wasn’t real. It was sex. Paid sex. He knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it.
He probably just wants a glowing review on his feedback form, which I already filled in and emailed back to Margaret. She should know that he was worth every penny.
“You should see her, she’s all flustered,” Ariana giggles as I playfully nudge her in the ribs.
“I am not! I’m just… taking it all in.”
