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said as her voice carried and a couple of people closest to us stared at me.
    “I don’t ask guys out,” I said very quietly.
    She leaned back and shook her head.
    “You really have to get over this romance thing.”
    I thought about my book and grinned. “Trust me, I am trying really, really hard.”
     

 
    Chapter Three
    Seeing Red
     

 
    I sat at my laptop and grinned, covering my face after I read through the sex scene again. Gemma had gone out with some guy she ran into after we left the café earlier and, in true her fashion, it was love at first site, or at least love for one night. Don’t get me wrong, she is not a whore, but sex for her was simply that, sex, and I really tried my best to understand it. In fact, I was trying my best to weave her simplistic view of it into this book. I leaned up and placed my fingers to the keys and started to write again, ready to dive back into this story with no inhibition, no fear and completely pushing myself out of my comfort zone. That is what fiction is for, right? So I started to write and continued right where I had left off in the train car….
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    I woke up in the train car and it was daylight. I could tell, as the sun lit the car up in a much different way than the lights from the night before had. I then remembered everything…the card, the roof, the train and…oh my God. The man. The man who set me on fire, every part of me. The desire I had felt for him was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Even now, just the thought of him had my pussy humming .
    I laughed as I typed the word pussy into my laptop. Gemma would die if she read this…just die. I cleared my throat and continued on. I need to do this, I mean, even I am curious as to what the hell is going to happen. I straightened my shoulders and continued typing, curious to see where this was heading.
    I looked around the train car and didn’t see him. He had left me here just as he had met me, nameless and completely confused. I had wanted to place myself in a compromising position by answering the bizarre ad online, but I had no idea as to how bizarre it would actually be. Of course, I knew that the sex would be incredible and heart stopping, or I had hoped it would be. I reached up and touched my lip, my breath warm on my skin as I thought about him, the way he had touched me, the way his mouth pressed against my own, as if he would never be able to get enough of me. That alone made me wet as I tried to push him to the back of my mind. I could not be this way. I did not have any intention of feeling , getting attached…wanting more of the same. I needed to break my own chains, and to think of him this way was like placing the shackles back on as tightly as I could. I could not, and would not, do that.
    “Unbelievable,” I said as I stood up and saw that I was dressed once again. How he had pulled that off was almost as much of a mystery as the whole damn night had been. I walked to the door of the train car and slid it open, it was heavy and it took all of my strength to open it. I covered my eyes, streaked with runny mascara as the sun lit me up like a firework. I heard voices before I felt a hand to my shoulder and then I saw all of them as my eyes adjusted enough for me to be able to fully focus again. Police were everywhere and here I was, in a vinyl outfit, hair a fucking mess, fishnet torn and make-up insanely smeared on my face like a prostitute after a night of blowing whoever would have me.
    A man jumped up into the car and stared at me. I had to back away from him and almost stumbled. “Oh my God, are you okay, Miss?” His arm went around my shoulder and he looked me over. I nodded as he walked me back to the opening, another hand extended up towards me and I was helped down the steps. I was walked towards a police car and caught my reflection in the window. The extent of my shocking appearance became perfectly clear. I looked as if I had been abducted. My wrists were bruised, my