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for being both very promiscuous and very charming. I had fallen for it and now I was here letting him take me out so he could pretend I wasn't just another conquest.
    Even if it was the best sex I've ever had, I can't believe I let it happen.
    It's his turn to clear his throat. The awkwardness in the air is palpable. "Alyssa, are you alright?"
    "Honestly, I don't know."
    He's looking at me, and his gaze is entirely focused. I wasn't paying enough attention this afternoon to look at his eyes, but now I see they are a soft green, fading into brown. I feel like I could tell anything to those eyes. "What's wrong?"
    I look away. "Today was...amazing. But it shouldn't have happened. I'm the one who said I wanted it to be professional, and I know I'm the one who crossed the line writing those stories. I shouldn't have let it go so far."
    He opens his mouth to respond, but I don't let him. "I know that I'm not the first one to do this, and I know it's my fault. If this," I gesture around us, "is all to make me feel like I'm unique, then I really don't need it. It was my mistake, and I'll resign in the morning. I just hope you will give me a good reference."
    Now he's staring at me like the cheese plate grew legs and crawled on top of my head. Then he looks at his watch. "It's been about seven hours. What happened? Where is all of this coming from?"
    I shake my head, but he holds out a hand. "No. Wait. That's a very broad question. Okay. I'm going to ask you a couple of questions, and I want you to answer honestly. Then when we're done, you can decide if this is all for show. Does that sound good?"
    I nod, and take a sip of the wine, fighting a shudder. I've never liked wine. I wish I did, but I never acquired the taste. Regardless, right now I need alcohol.
    Charles leans forward on the elbows. "That night at the party you said I had a reputation and just now you said you know that you weren't the first. It seems clear that you think I have sex with all of my secretaries. Did someone tell you that?"
    I roll the question through my mind. I don't want to get Jennifer in trouble, but I also just agreed to answer his questions as best I could. I settle for ambiguity. "Not explicitly. They said you had a reputation with women."
    "Can you tell me who it was?"
    I allow myself a small smile. "I plead the fifth."
    "That's fair," He chuckles. "Okay, next question. Do you like working at my company?"
    I sigh. "Yes I do."
    "Then why are you going to resign?"
    I take another sip of wine. Okay fine, I finished the glass. "Because resigning is better than being the girl who fucked the boss. You don't come back from that."
    "Are you two ready to order?"
    I startle as a tall waiter interrupts us. I hadn't even decided. I desperately look at the menu for something I think I'll like, and end up picking some sort of salad that says it has mandarin oranges in it. Charles orders something with duck. What I wouldn't give for some French fries and a milkshake right about now.
    The waiter leaves and Charles turns his laser focus back to me. "Last question. Why do you think this was your mistake?"
    "It is." I say, "If I hadn't been writing those stories at work, you would have never happened, and today would never have happened."
    "Okay." He says, "Thanks for answering. Now will you let me offer some responses?"
    The waiter left another glass of wine when he came to take our order, and I take full advantage. "Sure."
    "I'm thirty-two. I got really lucky out of college working for my mentor Peter McLane. I knew I wanted to run some sort of business, but that's about all I knew. Peter taught me everything I know about hotels, and even though he tried, his company wasn't doing so well because of some decisions he made early on. When he died, he left the company to me and I had the opportunity to remake it under a new name and turn it around." Charles looks down and fiddles with his napkin. "I'm not telling you this to brag, I'm telling you that for the past ten