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  "Oh god," I moaned. "Brendon, that's so fucking good."

  His breath came hard against the shell of my ear. "I like it when you say my name."

  He pulled out and slammed in again, and I cried out in surprise. The pain had now completely given away to pleasure, and as soon as he began fucking me in earnest I realized it wasn’t going to be long before I broke. I'd orgasmed with Nolan only a handful of times, and all of them had been because of effort on my side, not his. More and more my angel/devil theory was beginning to make sense.

  I kissed Brendon's chest, where salty perspiration had begun to form, and up to his neck. When he was flat on top of me, I couldn’t reach much further up than that, but I liked it. I felt small beneath him, and rather than making me feel insecure it made me feel safe. Somehow, I knew that Brendon would protect me. He just had that way about him. Or maybe it was my impending orgasm making my brain go foggy.

  Brendon's breaths soon became labored, his thrusts erratic. I knew he was close, and that thought was what finally sent me careening over the edge. My body shook and tingled, starbursts appearing behind my closed lids as I keened out his name over and over again. This spurred him to thrust harder, and soon he was grunting and I could feel him spurting inside of me.

  Brendon collapsed over me, though he was careful not to crush me with his significant weight. He kissed my neck as he recovered, chaste, tender pecks that made my toes curl with delight.

  As far as I was concerned, Brendon was perfect and could do no wrong. No doubt he had some dark secret behind those chocolate eyes. It would be my luck. Still, I was determined to enjoy this last moment of peace before reality kicked back in and I started to panic about what I'd just done.

  "That was..." Brendon rolled over to the side, collapsing onto his back. "That was amazing, babe."

  I curled up against him and stroked a hand over his chest. "You did pretty good yourself. I haven't cum like that ever."

  There was that sassy girl again. I was starting to like her a lot, even if I had no idea where she came from.

  Brendon raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

  I shook my head.

  "Huh." He looked back at the ceiling. "That's unexpected. This whole situation has been very unexpected."

  "How so?"

  I knew that he was probably just going to say some iteration of what I'd been thinking this whole time, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted to hear him tell me what an amazing coincidence it was running into me, and all that.

  "You know, I just didn't think it would seem so natural," he said. "I've never...you know...before, and I think I was expecting something that would feel completely contrived."

  Natural? What was he talking about?

  Then it hit me.

  Never done this before...

  Expecting something that would feel completely contrived...

  "Oh my god." I sat up in the bed, looking down at him in shock. I covered my breasts with the sheet, feeling suddenly self-conscious. "You think I'm a prostitute?"

  Brendon’s brow furrowed. "You're not?"

  "No!" I screamed.

  "But ... you're in this room," he said.

  "Yeah, because I'm working here as a cleaner," I illuminated. "That doesn't mean I also have to service the clients."

  Brendon darted out of bed so fast I nearly missed him. He had his pants on faster than any human being ever had, and was out the door before I even got to say goodbye.

  Before I even thought to stop him.

  Chapter 7

  Aurora

  I'd just finished dressing and had finally poured that glass of water—sans ice—when there was a light knock on my door. Relief surged through me. Brendon had returned. I knew I shouldn't be longing for the guy who'd only just left my room in a hurry after he found out I was not the prostitute he'd paid for, but he was so freaking sweet. So sweet I was already addicted. I wanted to know more about him, about what happened tonight. Even if I ended up changing my mind about him in the end, I at least wanted the chance.

  My hopes died when I opened the door and Calypso was standing there, a somber expression making her look much older than she normally did.

  "Hey, you," she said quietly. "Erika told me what happened. Can I come in?"

  I nodded and stepped aside to allow her to enter. I was embarrassed by the state of disarray the bed was in, but I supposed that was pretty much par for the course in her line of work so she probably didn't care.

  She walked over to the love seat in the corner and sat down, patting the spot next to her. I was worried about her sudden change in demeanor from a sort of upbeat, cool aunt to a straight-backed mother with worry in her eyes.

  I took the seat next to her. "So what exactly is it that happened? I'm still a little fuzzy on the details."

  She winced. "I told Shereen to put aside a key for you when you arrived earlier, the one that I said you should pick up tomorrow. After the shift change, the hotel's new receptionists got confused about the key and thought it was meant as the next in the lineup. That gentleman you, err, met, received that key."

  I opened my mouth and silently mouthed, Oh.

  That made sense why he suddenly threw himself at me the second he found out what room I was from.

  Calypso reached out to stroke my hair. "Are you okay? I am so sorry, honey. I never meant for that to happen."

  Did she know that I'd slept with him too or did she just think we'd had some sort of, Whoops, wrong room, mix up? Either way, she was looking at me like I'd been through the ringer, and I didn't know how to tell her that I was fine.

  Better than fine, really.

  A guy thinking I was a high class hooker was hardly the worst thing that had ever happened to me. In fact, it was probably the most exciting. And that orgasm! Wow-ee that was something extra.

  "I can't tell what you're thinking," Calypso said. "You're being very quiet."

  I mentally shook myself back to the present. "Sorry," I said. "I'm okay, really. It was a bit, uh, confusing, but I'm not upset."

  "You're not?" Her forehead wrinkled. "You don't have to pretend to be okay just because you think I'll kick you out or something. I won't. I know things are a little different where you're from, and I can imagine this would be a scary experience."

  "No," I said wistfully, thinking back. A smile wormed its way onto my lips. "He would've stopped if I wanted him too. I got a little lost in the moment I guess."

  The worry eased from Calypso's face, and was replaced by her usual half-smirk and twinkling eyes.

  "I'm glad to hear it," she said. "I was so worried when I first found out. Apparently he ran out of here like the place was on fire, so I thought the worst."

  "No, it's all good," I said.

  I just wish it had been real.

  I started work the next morning. It was just like I imagined any housekeeping job would be like in a hotel, except the rooms had exceptionally tousled beds and occasionally I had to pick up a sex toy and pop it into a bag to be cleaned and sanitized downstairs. Not a big deal.

  I got to listen to music while I worked too, so the time flew by. After I'd had a quick shower and changed into my one set of clean clothes, I left the hotel in pursuit of a job. I aimed to start apartment hunting too, but it was going to be difficult to find one without a source of income. I didn't even have more than two outfits and one pair of pajamas. Calypso told me I could use their laundry for free whenever I wanted, and that she'd lend me some clothes anytime.

  I realized unless I got a job today, I was probably going to have to take her up on her offer unless I wanted to play like the Mystery Inc. gang and wear the same clothes every day.

  My phone vibrated intermittently all afternoon, but I ignored it. Nolan and my mother could wait. I was in the pulsing heart of New York, which felt a bit like the pulsing heart of America from where I was standing. I'd never seen anything so grand as the massive skyscrapers that seemed to touch the clouds, and the way life milled beneath them like we were
ants on the floor of an ancient forest.

  I was dumbstruck by the beauty of it all. Captivated. I wanted to dive in to this life, even if it meant blubbering until I learned how to swim. I knew it from the moment I met Brendon. This was where I was meant to be.

  I applied at a few places, including a giant children's store on Fifth Avenue and a beauty boutique in the west village. I knew I probably wouldn't have any luck getting either of those jobs, so I made sure to spread my resume as far and wide as I could. I just needed a job, any job. It didn't matter if it was something I wanted to do for the rest of my life or not.

  I arrived back at the Fox in the early evening, exhausted. Calypso told me to charge anything I ate at the bar downstairs to my room and she'd take care of it, but I couldn't even gather enough strength to go down there for a bite.

  I decided to lay on my bed, which still smelled faintly of Brendon's musky, intoxicating cologne. I smiled, then frowned when I remembered that I'd never see the man who wore such delicious cologne ever again. I badly wanted to talk to somebody about it, but I didn't feel all that comfortable with Calypso yet and there was definitely nobody from home I could chat to.

  Amy! I grabbed my phone from my pocket and lay back against the pillows, waiting for her to pick up.

  "Tatiana Ivanov speaking," came a sultry voice.

  I laughed. "Hi Tatiana, I'm looking for Amy."

  "Aurora! Hey girl! I heard from Calypso that you're all settled in at the Fox. How are things?"

  "Well—"

  "Oh, hang on one second." There was a shuffling sound from the other end of the line, and a couple seconds later Amy returned to the phone. "Sorry. I was out by the pool and the reception isn't that great. The price you pay in paradise, am I right? Now go on, you were telling me all about your fabulous New York adventure."

  "It's been an adventure, that's for sure." I chuckled. "Did Calypso tell you anything else about my first night here?"

  "No, not a peep. That woman is forged from iron, I tell you. She's the place secrets go to die. So what tawdry tales do you have for me?"

  I laughed. "Tawdry tale, singular."

  "Ooh la la! Put the small-town girl in the big city and it's like dropping a bath bomb into the tub. I bet you're just an explosion of color and drama right now! I am listening at the edge of my hammock."

  I paused. "You're in a hammock?"

  I didn't mean to sound so suddenly jealous but I would kill to be on a hammock in the sun right now. Well, maybe not. I wouldn't start selling myself to get there, so I probably wouldn't kill either.

  "You bet your sweet betty I'm in a hammock," she replied. "Spent half the night in here. Have you ever had sex in a hammock, babe? It's not as fun as you'd think..."

  I laughed and decided to change the topic back to my own sexcapades.

  "You're not gonna believe this," I said. "But last night there was this big SNAFU in reception and a client got sent to my room."

  "No!" she gasped.

  "Yes."

  "Are you okay? What happened?"

  "I'm fine," I assured her, twirling a piece of hair idly around my finger. "I ran into him outside the room and we talked for a while. I guess he must've assumed I was, you know, so he made the first move and... well... he was really sexy. And funny, too. So I went along with it, had the best sex of my life, and then found out he thought I was a prostitute just in time to watch him race out of the room never to be seen again."

  Amy was silent for a moment, clearly absorbing the news. It was one of the craziest things I'd ever done, and certainly the craziest thing I’d done since before Amy left for college. Back in our day, we were Bridgefield's two resident bad girls. We had a penchant for underage drinking and pulling pranks, and it had landed us in trouble on more than one occasion.

  So far it seemed like moving to New York on a whim had started a domino effect. It was a little early to say if it was going to continue from here, but I was looking forward to finding out.

  "That sounds kind of exciting, truth be told," Amy said finally. "Did you enjoy it?"

  I grinned. "Girl, you have no idea. My toes curled so hard I nearly broke them off."

  "Charming imagery," she said dryly. "But what a great way to kick off your New York experience!"

  "Yeah, only problem is that now I can't stop thinking about him." I pulled the blanket up to my nose and held it there, reveling in his scent. "It's like I got a hit of some fantastic new drug and then the dealer up and disappeared."

  "If it's meant to be, it will be. That's the only advice I can give, I'm afraid."

  That reminded me.

  "I wanted to thank you for your advice, too," I said. "It was a little hard to adjust to for the first few hours, but I'm certain now that New York is where I want to be. I'll probably miss home from time to time, but I think I've found something here, or at least I'm on the cusp of finding something."

  I could hear here smiling as she spoke, and her tone was softer. "You're welcome, babe. I'm glad it worked out. And I'm so excited to get home and see you! We're going to have such wonderful stories to share."

  "Totally."

  The line beeped and I looked at the phone, brow furrowed. There was someone calling me on the other line.

  "I gotta go," I said hastily. "I think Nolan might be trying to call me or something. I'm in a pretty good mood to tell him to fuck off."

  “That a girl. Talk to you later."

  I switched the lines and answered, and I was glad I chose to answer with a cordial "hello" instead of an irritated "what do you want".

  "Hello, I'm looking to speak to Aurora Frayser?" a female voice said.

  "That's me."

  "Hi, Aurora. This is Jessie, the floor manager over at Lock Knock's Children's Boutique on Fifth Avenue. I received your application and it looks like you'd make a great fit for the team. Can I get you in for an interview sometime this week?"

  We arranged a time for the following morning, and ended the call. I collapsed back onto the bed, my smile brimming with hope and happiness.

  Chapter 8

  Brendon

  The phone would not stop fucking ringing. Ring, ring, ring. Every damn minute of every hour.

  Or, at least, that was what it felt like. It had probably only really rung a few times in the past hour or so, but I was highly irritable today and the fact that everyone and their dog seemed intent on crawling up my ass looking for the answers to inane questions didn't help things.

  I answered the phone, trying not to let my temper leach into the receiver. I hung up a few minutes later, after passing the call back to my secretary to make arrangements for a meeting. Then I looked at the clock. I didn't clock out at the same time as everyone else, since I was the CEO and as such didn't run on anybody's schedule but my own. I usually stayed until the work was done, but today I felt like ducking out a little early. It was three, anyway. Nobody would miss me this late in the day.

  I grabbed my things and left the office, making sure to let my secretary know to hold my calls until morning. I would not be available on my cell phone, nor would I be checking email. I was heading home for the day and officially cutting ties with the office until eight am.

  Leaving for the day didn't provide much relief. The thoughts I had swirling through my head would antagonize me wherever I was. Office, home, out and about, it didn't matter. Everywhere I went I saw her face and my anxiety levels skyrocketed.

  I couldn't stop thinking about Aurora, the beautiful girl whose pleasure-filled screams I now realized were completely genuine. They seemed genuine at the time too, but I thought she was a professional and that was how she operated. Now I knew better, and it made the whole encounter even hotter.

  I hailed a cab outside the front doors of the building and gave the driver directions to my Brooklyn apartment building. He merged into the ever-present New York traffic, limping along with the rest of the growing rush hour crowd.

  I was humiliated by what happened at the Fox, and far too proud t
o go back, but I thought about doing so every time I pictured Aurora's puffy red lips and verdant green eyes. She enjoyed the sex, but that didn't mean she enjoyed being mistaken for a hooker. She probably hated me. She probably regretted what happened.

  I couldn't. Couldn't forget, couldn't regret. It was the best sex I'd had in years and the only way I could go back for more was in my own head. I'd been going there a lot recently, another reason to go home early. My agitation was in part because every time I thought of her—which was often—I got hard. I couldn't help it, and it was getting out of control. I needed to go home and release some tension the best way I knew how.

  Why did the traffic have to be so goddamn slow?

  When the cab finally slid up to the curb of my building, I handed the driver some cash and stepped out onto the blistering sidewalk. It was another hot one in the city. I couldn't wait to get into the luxurious air conditioning of my penthouse.

  "Good afternoon, Mr. Ralston," said Bernie, my doorman. He held the door open for me and I nodded politely as I passed through.

  "Same to you, Bernie."

  The elevator took a long time, and my dick was getting restless. Since I knew I was close to being home, the need to stroke myself was snowballing. I kept envisioning Aurora's hair splayed across the pillow like a silk curtain, her plump tits and the way they felt like velvet in my mouth. I gritted my teeth through the discomfort and strode out of the elevator with purpose when it opened to my living room.

  Finally. Home.

  I sighed and slid out of my suit jacket, hanging it over the back of one of the dining room chairs as I passed. My tie went next. I was in my bedroom by the time I wrestled that off, so I let it drop to the floor. Pants, shoes, boxers—all gone a second later.

  I laid out atop the sheets of my bed, my meat hot and heavy in my hand. I was so sensitive that it felt good just to be free from my pants. I was so horny that I couldn't help the excited shiver that ran down my spine.

  Fuck. What I wouldn't do to have Aurora there with me now. In retrospect, she'd obviously been less experienced than I gave her credit for. The way her voice had wavered when she told me what she wanted, the way every move seemed to surprise and delight her... I wish I'd known at the time. But I knew now, and that was almost as good, except she wasn’t here.