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his hand through his
thick hair and wondered what had just happened to him…and to his hotel.
     

CHAPTER THREE

    T wisting herself into a cocoon of white sheets, Shana fought the dream
images of Justin Yates as violently as she did in the waking state.
Knowing the sweet pressure of his lips on hers, she dreamed of what his lips
would feel like on every part of her body. When the intensity of the dream
became too unbearable, she forced herself to wake up and end the torture.
    Shana looked at the clock. It was two forty-five in the morning and
she’d only fallen asleep less than one hour ago.
    “I need sleep. Lots of it. Tomorrow, er, today is probably going to be
the point of no return for me,” she grumbled to herself as she swung her
long legs over the side of the bed. She stared at her bare feet. She needed a
pedicure.
    “I need my head examined is what I need,” she berated herself. She
rose and tip toed past the open door to her roommate, Cate Tropez’s, bedroom
where Cate slept in a sprawled position of total surrender to the
netherworld.
    Shana exhaled deeply. She would give anything to be like Cate, creative,
artistic and independently wealthy enough to have no worries about her
career or her financial future. Cate was a Boston trust-fund baby who was
stretching her wings by trying to become the world’s next famous artist.
    Shana headed straight for the kitchen. She opened the freezer door of
the stainless steel double door refrigerator. “In times of crisis there is only
one solution that has served mankind in the positive. Ice cream. Hmm.
I think…” she pondered gazing at pints of strawberry, peppermint stick,
coconut almond fudge and chubby hubby. “Definitely coconut almond
fudge.”
    She took a large spoon from the silverware drawer and stood at the sink,
drowning her sorrows in the dark kitchen.
    Shana licked the creamy, thick ice cream from the spoon and then
plunged into the pint again when the kitchen light went on.
    “It’s as bad as all that?” Cate asked standing sleepy eyed in the doorway
dressed in white cotton pajamas with tiny Scotty dogs printed on the fabric.
She pointed at the pint of chocolate ice cream. “I’ve never seen you go for
the coconut almond fudge at night. I figured you for the strawberries and
cream after all you told me at dinner.”
    Shana looked at Cate sheepishly. “I didn’t tell you all the story about
Justin.”
    Cate went to the freezer, pulled out the peppermint stick pint and dug
in. “Okay, Spill.”
    “There’s the part about my resignation that I sort of left out,” Shana
said staring down at the hunk of almond surrounded by glistening dark,
dark chocolate. Shana put the lid on the ice cream and placed it back in the
freezer. “When I met Justin…I was naked.”
    Cate choked. “What?” Her eyes ballooned into saucers and a very mischievous
smile spread across her lips. She jumped up onto the counter and
dangled her feet, tossing the pint into the sink. Placing her hands on the
counter’s edge she leaned forward. If her ears had pricked, Shana wouldn’t
have been surprised. Cate had always loved a good story and she especially
loved scandalous stories that involved people she actually knew.
    “I didn’t know it was him. I went to the steam room after work because
I was so uptight dealing with all his emails and demands. Honestly, he…”
    “Get to the naked part,” Cate urged excitedly.
    Shana went on to tell Cate everything that happened during her close
encounter of the first kind with Justin.
    When she had finished, Cate leaned back and observed Shana with a
look of pure envy. “Why doesn’t this kind of thing ever happen to me?”
Cate whined.
    “Excuse me? This is precisely the kind of thing that does happen to you.
It just never happens to me!”
    “Right. I meant that…well, it hasn’t happened to me lately.”
    “Lately? What about that guy, Ricardo you met only ten days ago. You