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hallway naked, can you? And even if you could, you wouldn’t. You were never that kind of girl and you’re not that kind of woman. You’re private. I like that. So put on the robe. It’ll be soft against your skin. Put your hair in another ponytail. Will you do that for me? I used to love when you came to school with your hair up. You were fresh and natural, never made up, so don’t come to me all made up now, looking to impress. You already do impress me. I’m waiting, Liz. I’ve been waiting years for this.”
    Liz sat heavily on the corner of the bed, just managing to catch herself in a flail of arms and legs before she fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap. With one hand, she gripped the thick bedcovers in a tight fist and with the other hand, she took her phone away from her ear and stared at it. The patient computerized female voice again gave her the options to save, delete or listen to her messages and so Liz, being certain she’d heard more meaning in the voicemail than intended, pressed the number to listen to her message again. The message from him. From Johnny.
    Holy crap on a cracker. This was really going to happen. Johnny Trouble, high school friend and crush, beloved rock star known the world over, was just down the hall, waiting for her. Waiting to have sex with her, waiting to turn her world upside down.
    After the message ended, she pressed the number nine to save it just as she’d done with nearly every other message he’d left her. She’d also saved his emails and instant messages. She kept several of his texts too. Their friendship had been deepening since they’d been seeing one another every so often since their twenty year high school reunion. It had started off slow, gradual, just an email every few weeks, but then they’d become more frequent. Instant messages came next, followed by texts and phone calls.
    They’d stayed in contact electronically for several months, but he’d started showing up in Orlando, where she lived, and would ask her out to dinner or out for coffee during layovers. She’d thought nothing of it either. They were old friends and he rarely tried to draw attention to himself. Unlike earlier in the hotel espresso bar.
    At their reunion, there’d been a little spark when they saw each other. When he’d danced with her, sat up until all hours talking to her even after everyone else had gone to bed, had handed her his contact card with his personal numbers and email, had kissed her in the school gym before they’d followed their former classmates out for a tour of the new school additions, the spark had grown and brightened.
    During the two hour drive last night from her safe little bungalow cocoon in Orlando, north to St. Augustine, her hands had sweat and slipped on the steering wheel, her belly flipped one way and flopped the other, her mouth had gone dry, her heart threatened to thump itself right out of her chest, and well, she wouldn’t even think about the twitching of her clit between her thighs and the ache of anticipation of what was to come.
    Wanting him was nothing new. She’d always wanted him. Even when he belonged to another girl twenty years ago, even when he was married to another woman a few years after his band hit the big time. Heck, for that matter, even when she was married, whenever she heard his name or saw a picture of him, her insides did a little imitation of a whirling dervish. The high school crush should have died out long before now, but it never really had.
    From a distance or down the hall, she wanted him. She—
    The sound of the guitar intro to one of his songs started up. His ringtone. It jarred her from her thoughts, startling her enough that this time she did end up in a heap on the floor. She winced at the slight pain in her behind and answered the phone with a huff. “Hello.”
    “You’re still in your room?”
    Johnny . Hearing his voice never failed to leave her just a little breathless. “Yes. Just got out of the