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tightly. When she glanced down and saw that she was also draped across a pair of strong legs, the entire afternoon’s events came flooding back to her, almost as quickly as the blood flooded to her cheeks.
    With no watch and her phone downstairs in her gym bag, Lily had no idea what time it was. Panicked, she disentangled herself from the sleeping man and felt around for her pants. When she couldn’t find her panties, a quick flashback of the sight of them dangling from her ankle and bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts reminded her that she had never fully stepped out of them before things had gotten… heated.
    Dressing quickly, Lily was overcome with an inexplicable need to flee the scene of the crime. She was growing more embarrassed by the second of the memories that were replaying in her mind, and if she didn’t get out of there as soon as possible she knew that she would have a hell of a lot of questions to face when she got home—questions that she wouldn’t have the answers to.
    Tiptoeing to the front door, Lily had made it halfway across the living room when she heard his voice right behind her. “Thank you,” he said again quietly.
    “Uh, sure.” She didn’t turn around to look at him, choosing instead to stare at the door. In the back of her mind she wished for the power to turn invisible, hoping it might save her from dying of embarrassment in front of this complete stranger who had somehow managed to learn more about her body in a few minutes than anyone else had bothered to in almost thirty years—including herself.
    She took a few more steps away from him, pausing only to find the doorknob. When she finally had it open and was about to step into the hallway, his haunting voice rang out one more time behind her.
    “I’m taking the apartment.” His hand smoothed over the back of her hair. The touch made her shiver. “Come back and see me—anytime.”
    Like hell!
As soon as Lily finally stepped into the hallway, she began running. She ran down the stairs and out the building, cutting back through the alley to get to her car as fast as possible. As soon as she was inside, she turned the key in the ignition, backing up recklessly before screeching off into traffic. She didn’t hear the many cars honking at her in anger as she pulled away, only the voice inside her head that had gotten stuck in a loop.
    What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?
    According to the clock on her radio, it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet, which surprised the hell out of Lily since it felt like midnight. Remembering her phone, she reached over and grabbed it out of her bag, glancing at the display as she weaved through traffic.
    14 Missed Calls.
Shit!
    Just then another call came in, displaying an all-too-familiar number on the screen. Lily hit the send button and started talking before the voice on the other end of the phone even had a chance. “I know, I know. I’m sorry I’m so late. I got held up at the gym. I’ll be home in just a little bit. I’ve got to grab something to eat.” She hung up and tossed the phone on top of her bag, pulling into a parking spot in front of the first takeout place she saw.
    She buried her head in her hands and tried to stop the flood of images that were replaying in her mind. It didn’t work. The more she remembered, the more flushed she felt—with embarrassment, but also something more. She had never experienced anything like that in her entire life, and she was disgusted with herself for feeling anything but shame.
    I didn’t even get his name!
    * * *
    Thirty minutes later, Lily opened the front door to her father’s house, her hands full with two large white boxes. “I’m home,” she called out.
    “In here!” a voice answered, surrounded by the sounds of who-knew-what sports game in the background. Dropping her gym bag from her shoulder onto the small kitchen table as she walked by, she followed the voice into the living room.
    “Sorry I’m so late