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her, and she was glad. The last
thing she needed was another love-sick puppy to take care of. The ones who were
resistant at first tended to end up being stalkers, but this guy didn't even
know her name and that was for the best. It was hard to stalk someone when you
didn’t know who they were.
    Alexis smiled. All her
unwelcome thoughts of marriage had been washed away in a river of orgasm.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
    Alexis hadn't slept as well as she did that night in a
long time. Ryan had worn her out completely, and the thoughts that normally
crept into her mind before she went to bed didn't have time to rise before her
lids dropped into a deep, sound sleep.
    She was surprised to see it
was after nine when she awoke. She looked at the strange room around her and remembered
she had stayed in the hotel. While some said she engaged in risky behaviors,
drinking and driving wasn't one of them, and she booked the room minutes after
finding out there was going to be an open bar at the reception. The black and
purple wallpaper and the long dark drapes had kept the early morning light out
of her room.
    She sat at the lacquered
desk across from the foot of the bed. She clicked on the little lamp and pulled
out the complimentary stationary and pen. She had to write something—anything.
She didn't care if it was good. She just wanted words.
    “I am a writer,” she
reminded herself aloud.
    It was true. She knew it. A
lot of people did. But for the last seven years no inspired ink had touched the
page. It really ticked her off.
    Screw you, Frank Carello.
    She blamed her block on him
because it was absolutely his fault. She had written only one thing since he
left her, and it was in a state of absolute rage. Once the rage faded into
sadness, she couldn't develop a single plot, character, or setting.
    Once upon a time… ,
she started. Beyond that there was a blank spot in her mind where a story
should be.
    Once upon a time she had
been another idiot in love. She had lived in a fantasy world where people saw
each other across the room and knew they were meant to be together forever. A
world where a man could live in her heart, and she would let him, because it
felt good. A world where words flowed out of her mind and onto the page.
    And then one day she woke
up. Frank was the one who killed the dream. For a while she resented him for
the broken heart, but she realized that was for the best. Love didn’t exist. It
was better she figured that out when she was young, before she got married. Now
she resented him. Since he left she had written only one story. Sure, it was published,
but at what price?
    The story didn't make her
much money. She didn't care. She didn't need the money. All she needed was to
produce something, and that she couldn't do.
    “Damn it!” She threw the pen
on the desk, and it bounced a couple of times before rolling off the edge along
the wall. She leaned back quickly and with so much force that the chair tipped
onto the back legs for a moment. Alexis thought she might fall, but the chair
righted itself with a soft thud on the carpet.
    She stood up and ran her
hands along the length of her torso. The silky pink camisole soothed her skin,
and she adjusted the waistband on her panties so they were straight on her
hips.
    Glaring at the four words,
she thought, Why do I have to start my days this way? How can Frank still have
this much power over my life?
    It's not like she was still
sad over Frank. There were other tragedies in her life worth crying about, but
she was basically over them, too. Her life was good now. And she was happy.
Definitely happy. So why did her mornings have to start with the heartache of
not being able to write?
    Alexis realized she could
keep herself from getting hurt by another jerk like Frank, so she devised rules
and arrangements. She was delighted with how things worked. The men in her life
gave her sexual release (though some were better than others), and that was all
she