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rent-a-model temp agency that the vendors used to staff their booths. While unbearably cute, these girls were all too young and insubstantial for him.
    The woman standing before him, however, was a bit older and more sophisticated. He had thought she looked familiar but dismissed the possibility that he knew her as wishful thinking. Yet here she was, smiling knowingly while she awaited his answer. Alex had the horrible feeling that she was about to get the best of him. He tried to place her but failed. He was confident that he would remember if any of his professional connections looked like her. Blonde hair. He had never even been on a date with a blonde. Cute smile and eyes that looked at him with encouragement.
    â€˜Are you a movie star? Because I don’t get to the movies much.’ As soon as he said it, Alex regretted playing it for laughs.
    â€˜Come on, Alex, you don’t need to be embarrassed. I’m the one who asked for it.’
    Shit. Sarah. Dyed hair. New clothes. A year older. Not bent over my lap with her panties around her ankles.
    â€˜Oh, my God, Sarah. It’s so good to see you.’ Alex tried to cover his embarrassment with enthusiasm.
    â€˜Yeah, you too, Alex.’
    Awkward pause.
    â€˜So, how have you been?’
    â€˜Fine. You?’
    â€˜Good. Good.’
    Whatever. They looked at each other blankly for a moment before Alex couldn’t help but ask what was really on his mind.
    â€˜Aren’t you mad at me?’
    â€˜Why should I be?’
    â€˜You tell me. I never understood why you left.’
    â€˜Jesus, Alex, it wasn’t any big deal. I just had to go, that’s all. It freaked me out a little, but it’s not like there was anything wrong with it.’
    That wasn’t how Alex remembered it. He remembered the drink, the flirting, the coy spanking references, and then he remembered more drinks, more flirting and more spanking references, until they finally ended up in his hotel room, ready to realize their fantasies.
    But he also remembered her storming out, barely taking the time to pull up her panties, let alone offer an explanation.
    Standing before him now, Sarah resembled Ms Model Citizen. She gave the impression that Casanova couldn’t have pried her out of her buttoned-up suit with that date rape drug. Her prim composure looked impenetrable. It was the kind of façade that made Alex sure of two things: first, that he would give anything to spank the look of aloof indifference off her face; and second that she would never in a million years consent to anything of the sort. He stared at her and wondered how this could be the same woman who’d been more than willing, who had even proposed it, only to abandon it abruptly for no perceptible reason.
    But it was definitely the same woman. The woman who stood before him possessed the ass that he’d fantasized about almost every day for a year. Behind the fragile beauty of that face – porcelain-like in color and, Alex imagined, porcelain-like in delicacy – lurked the same unforgivable thoughts, appetites and needs that burned inside him. Which could only mean one thing: that she would want it again this year. Appetites like that don’t go away.
    â€˜Come with me,’ Alex said, made bold by the realization. ‘We can finish what we started.’
    â€˜Can’t. I have a meeting in an hour. How about tomorrow night after the reception?’
    It changed from an impulse to a premeditated crime. He worried that she would lose her nerve, but he accepted her invitation.
    â€˜See you there.’
    The next night at the reception, Sarah saw Alex from across the room and surprised him again.
    â€˜Don’t I know you?’
    â€˜You look familiar,’ Alex replied.
    â€˜Maybe you saw me in the 2004 romantic comedy, Drinking alone at a Hotel Bar .’
    â€˜Weren’t you also in The Amazing Disappearing Woman ?’
    â€˜That wasn’t one of my