Chapter 2

My body is calling out for you bad boy
I get the feeling that I just want to be with ya
Baby, I'm a freak and I don't really give a damn
I'm crazy as a motherfucker
Bet that on ya man

If ya like what ya see
end your curiosity
Let your mind roam free
Won't you pay attention please

(lyrics from Get Naked (I got a plan) Britney Spears)

‘Shit!’ she cursed silently as she turned to find him still standing in the doorway to the terrace staring at her with his mouth hanging open. ‘I bet he’s a fucking virgin’ she added as she tried not to roll her eyes when he caught her watching him and suddenly became very busy looking for the remote he’d dropped the minute he’d realized what she was doing.

When the valet had brought the Bentley around she’d immediately assumed that he was just another one of those privileged Senator’s sons that seemed to fill the clubs in DC. When they’d rolled into the parking lot of the building and pulled in next to a line of other vehicles that looked like they belonged in a rock star's driveway, she wondered if she’d be eating scrambled eggs with his parents in the morning. But when they’d walked into the apartment and a quick glance around screamed bachelor pad, she figured she was dealing with a either the Senator’s son using the love nest his father brought his mistresses to or she was dealing with one of those drop out social media millionaires that had invented twitter or facebook or something like that.

Now, as she watched his hands literally shake as he began to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, she decided it had to be the latter and he definitely had to be a virgin. ‘Just my luck’ she mused as she intentionally turned her back on him to give him some modicum of privacy while she pretended to be taken in by the view. 

It seemed to take forever but she finally heard the sound of him getting into the water behind her and she kept very still, as if she was watching a deer and was afraid of spooking it. She waited until she felt him sweep her hair aside and press his lips to her neck before she even dared to draw breath. Even then she stood absolutely still, gripping the edge of the hot tub in both of her hands, until she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her back against him. 

It felt like being embraced by an anaconda, in a good way. She glanced down at his biceps and then her gaze followed an unexpectedly decorative strand of ivy and flowers up to a more tribal tattoo on his shoulder and then he was kissing her neck and she forgot to worry about whether he knew what he was doing or not. What she could feel pressed to the small of her back was reason enough for putting up with any kind of awkward fumbling that might ensue. ‘Besides’ she thought as his lips traveled across her shoulder and his hands gently but firmly cupped her breasts, ‘it’s just one night. It’s not like I have to see him again’. 

He pulled her back with him to the opposite edge of the hot tub and pulled her down onto his lap. Chelsea gasped as he easily slid up into her, a combination of the warm salt water and her own buoyancy making any kind of four-play unnecessary. It was a bit presumptuous, but then she’d been the first one to get naked and besides, she really didn’t mind. In fact she was glad he wasn’t much for small talk or any other kind of pretense. She was here for a good old fashioned fucking and as he bounced her up and down on his long, thick hard pole that was exactly what he was giving her. 

Reaching back, she dug her fingernails into his wide shoulders and pressed her feet flat against the side of the tub so he could free his hands from her waist. He didn’t need any encouragement or guidance. The palms of his big, calloused hands immediately went back to her breasts, went back to gently massaging each handful of soft, pale flesh while she slowly rode him. 

‘Okay, not so much a virgin either’, she decided as he gently rolled her nipples between his fingers rather than tugging on them like they were old fashioned radio dials and not ultra sensitive. Some men could be so crude when it came to breasts, playing with them like they’d never seen them before, like hormonal teenagers. He wasn’t like that at all, despite how quickly they’d gotten down to business. 

“Turn around.” She obliged him without complaint, spinning easily in the water and only splashing a little as she put a knee down on either side of his massive thighs before lowering herself, gradually, back down onto him until he was entirely sheathed within her sex. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open again in this soundless cry that she thought was kind of adorable. Putting her hands back on his shoulders she went back to slowly bobbing up and down, her breasts floating on the surface of the water just brushing his chest. He didn't ’t exactly have Zac Effron’s abs but she liked the sprinkling of dark hair in the center of his chest and ran her fingers through it. That made him jump, which made her gasp out loud. 

“You like that?” There it was again, those dimples, that shy smile like he couldn’t believe his luck that made her want to smother his chubby boyish cheeks with kisses. With a great deal of self restraint she merely nodded. He pressed himself up into her again and she tossed her head back and gasped for air. 

“Yessss,” she mewed, wrapping her arms around his neck, “again.” 

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He rarely paid much attention to a woman’s pleasure. Not that it didn’t matter to him because his ego was big enough that he wanted to think he could satisfy a woman but because a lot of the meaningless one night stands he’d experienced were more about getting his rocks off and besides, he knew that most of those girls faked it anyway. He’d believed in all of those noises and screams that sounded a lot like someone torturing a cat when he was a bit younger, but after a while, he’d figured it out. It had bruised his ego, but just like a loss in the playoffs, those had also been learning experiences. Since then he’d taken his friends Brooks’ advice and chosen a few older women, women who gave voice to their needs and didn’t shy away from scolding him when he didn’t quite do it right. 

He wanted to please the red head riding his cock like a pogo stick. He liked the way her raspberry pink lips fell open when he bottomed out inside of her and when her green eyes flashed when he dipped his head down and took the blush pink tips of her breasts into his mouth. He was pretty sure she wasn’t faking when her breathing quickened and got shallow. He watched the pulse jump in her throat and her pupils dilate. Best of all, he watched a fine blush rise up in her chest and begin to climb towards her swan like throat. He doubled his efforts, using his hands to encourage her to slide all the way up until he was barely inside of her at all and then he pulled her back down until their bodies met and he could go no further. 

“Helllllllll yessss,” she grinned and, with her hands still laced behind his neck, she arched her back and suddenly it was all different. It felt different inside of her. It felt like her cunt was eating his cock alive. Her breasts looked like they were being offered up on plates with real whip cream and strawberry preserves. Stars spun in front of his eyes. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He was going to explode and there wasn’t a condom anywhere in sight.

Mike clenched his teeth and closed his eyes and brought up an image of Ovie in his mind and started to count every single blemish, pimple, zit and acne scar on the Great Eight’s face. He tried to visually measure the gap between his captain’s front teeth. He even went so far as to visualize him in a pair of those tight Speedo-like striped underwear that the big goofy Russian liked to wear. That did it. His balls relaxed a centimeter or two, which was enough to stop him from exploding inside of her; for now. 

“We should uh…probably go inside,” he suggested. He wanted to run his heads, both of them, under some cold water for about half an hour. That’s what it was going to take to cool his jets. She’d probably want him to take her home now. He’d have to take care of his little ‘problem’ later even though right at this very moment waiting felt like a fucking impossibility. 

“But you didn’t…you know,” she grinned down at him as she slid off of him but not away from him. He opened his mouth to lie, say that he did, but she wrapped her fingers around his width and speech became…well unfeasible. She climbed back onto his lap keeping a tight grip on him and pressing his length against her stomach while sliding her palm up his shaft and over his helmet using slow but firm tugs that were making it very hard to breathe. So was the fact that her breasts were pressed against his chest and he could feel the hard little pebbles of her nipples moving up and down his chest with each delicious stroke. 

She had freckles, a spattering of them across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks, and her eyes were so green, leaf green. He didn’t think he’d ever seen eyes that colour, except maybe on a cat. He couldn’t stop looking at her, counting her freckles and then, staring at her mouth. Her lips were full and they were reminded him of a pin up girl’s mouth, moist and enticing. But the thing that fascinated him the most was the colour; they looked just like someone had taken a strawberry and smashed it against her mouth and let all the colour sink in. He wanted to taste them. He wanted to know if they tasted as sweet as they looked. He wasn’t much for kissing, for making out. In fact he hadn’t even thought about kissing her at all, until now. But now, with her lips that close, with her red waves falling around them both like a waterfall of fire, there wasn’t much else that he wanted to do except kiss her. 

He wondered if he should ask permission. After all, she was the one who had just gone ahead and got naked and he knew, not from experience, but he’d heard that some women had a rule about not kissing guys that they weren’t into having a relationship with and he had to think that a one night stand probably counted as one of those situations. 

But he really, really wanted to kiss her. In fact the more he thought about it, the more he started thinking about her tongue and what that would taste like and then he was grabbing her ass with one hand and the back of her head in the other and he was smashing his mouth against hers’.

She paused. Her hand stopped in the middle of his cock, like the elevator stalling between floors. She stopped breathing. She stopped…and then she didn’t. Then she was kissing him back and her tongue was dancing around his and then they both sort of seemed to forget about his dick at all as he carried her out of the hot tub and onto the nearby couch. 

He tossed all of the throw pillows aside, maybe even some off of the terrace all together and then he lowered himself onto her and she smiled invitingly up at him and their bodies just sort of…fit together and they were moving and kissing all at the same time and Mike’s head felt like it was going to fucking explode. This wasn’t something he did. Not that he avoided kissing the girls he brought home because he knew women liked to be kissed but he never did that and fucked them at the same time. It was one or it was the other and quite frankly all he usually did was sort of hide his face in the girls’ neck when he was doing the deed. In his old place he’d had a mirror that sometimes he’d even make faces at himself in when he got bored of all the fake noises and the fake expressions but then he’d caught sight of his own orgasm face and took the mirror down.

“Fuck you feel good,” he whispered against her mouth. She dragged his lips back down and kissed him into silence, which he was glad about. He didn’t usually do that either, talk during the deed. Grunt, groan, swear maybe, but not talk. He didn’t even know where that had come from. “But you do,” he insisted when he had to come up for air. Her lips curled into a smile and she sort of shook her head and then reached up to pull his mouth back down over hers, but he resisted. The trainers were always telling him he had to work on his shoulder and neck strength but he felt pretty strong now as she tried to tug his lips towards hers. “What? Can’t you admit this is pretty great?” She raised a single eyebrow and gave him that look. The look that said ‘are you serious’ but without being mean about it but she also didn’t say that she agreed, at least out loud. 

“Shut up and kiss me,” she laughed and dug her heels into the backs of his thighs and drove him deeper inside of her. Mike did as she asked. He kissed her and nibbled on her full bottom and he decided that it did taste a little like strawberries which made him want to taste other things. 

“You have really nice tits,” he muttered as he kissed his way over her collarbone and down the slope of her perfectly shaped handfuls that were not too much and not too little either. He curved his hand around one and lowered his lips over its perfectly pink peak. He was aiming to sample its equally tempting twin when he realized she was trying, and failing, to stifle a giggle behind her hand. “What?” he asked, holding a breast in each hand and looking up at her. 

“Do you always talk this much?” she asked, wiping at one of her eyes and grinning like he’d done one of his famous totally uncoordinated pratfalls that made Brooks and Nicky laugh until they cried and threatened to throw up. 

“Uh…no, not really,” he admitted, and then looked down at the pale mounds in his hands, “but they are fucking spectacular.”

“Well then, thanks, I think,” she giggled, reaching towards him and caressing his cheek with her fingertips. “You’re sweet.” He made a face. He couldn’t help it. Hearing those words was the equivalent of hearing ‘it’s not you it’s me’ or ‘of course I love you, like a friend’. They weren’t exactly the words he wanted to hear when he was balls deep in a girl’s pussy. 

“No, I’m a total ass. You can ask anyone,” he growled and then dipped his head down and took her nipple between his teeth. He tugged, just a little, but enough to make her squeak, enough to make her eyes roll back in her head and stop grinning at him like he was some cute little kid in a propeller hat. 

He felt her dig her fingers into his hair. He felt the walls of her pussy close around his dick like a vice. It made him catch his breath, but he powered through it. He wasn’t as good as some guys were at playing through pain. Actually he was mostly a pretty big girl when it came to pain, but this he could handle. He licked his way around and over her nipple while he rammed into her like his life depended on it. She made all kinds of cute noises and each and every one of them made him want to force her to repeat each and every one of them. 

“Are…are you close?” he heard her ask as he kissed and bit his way back up to her neck, to the skin that tasted like fat ripe juicy summer peaches picked right off of the tree. The kind that when you bit into them sent juice dripping down your chin and onto your shirt and made your mom yell at you. 

“Not even,” he replied with a growl, reaching down to slide his hand beneath her thigh so he could press it wide, so he could fuck her harder, deeper. 

“Oh…oh godddd!” she moaned as he changed the angle and made shorter, shallower thrusts. “How…how long can you…?” her voice trailed off into a long low moan as he lifted her other leg so that her long, pale leg was pressed to his chest and thrown over his shoulder. The honest answer to that was that he didn’t know because most of the time he didn’t get all that adventurous with the girls he brought back here. Mostly he stuck to the pretty vanilla straightforward missionary stuff with a little doggie style thrown in and he never, ever, tried to stop himself from letting go like he was doing now. 

Mike concentrated on the glow of her skin in the semi dark, the way she bit down on her bottom lip when he bottomed out inside of her and the way her skin felt cool and smooth under his hands. He didn’t think about the way her pussy had started to suck at his cock. If he did he’d cum and he didn’t want to do that. Not yet.

Sliding one hand down between them, he pressed his fingers against her clit and felt her entire body tremble. She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut. He was going to make her cum again and he felt pretty proud of himself for that. 

“Yeah baby, cum for me,” he urged, quickening the pace of his thrusts and rubbing her clit vigorously. She was holding onto the back and the arm of the sofa, her eyes were squeezed shut and she was panting but she looked like a model out of the pages of Vogue to him. Her skin was moonlight pale against the vibrant pumpkin orange cushions and the deep crimson of her hair shimmered like a jeweled halo around her face. 

Jesus, what was he, some kind of fucking poet now? Mike laughed at himself. If he said anything like that to any of the guys, except maybe Nicky, they’d first look at him like he’d lost his friggin’ mind and then they’d laugh their asses off. You didn’t fucking wax poetic about chicks you boned, not unless you were going to marry her or something and he didn’t even know this girl’s name. He was about to ask her when her back arched and she screamed. He thought he was going to scream too as her pussy clamped down on his cock like she was trying to cut off his circulation. His vision swam as his balls tightened and threatened to blow.

It almost hurt to do, but Mike pulled out and squeezed the base of his cock in his hand. That had been a near thing. 

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Her hands were pressed against the slate tile and her feet were spread and the water raining down on them from the shower head was getting cold and Chelsea was pretty sure she was losing feeling in her lower extremities. He felt even bigger from this angle and she knew she was going to feel sore in the morning but she also didn’t ask him to stop, didn’t want him to stop. He had one hand completely covering her breast and the other was working her clit while he fucked her and she was so close for the…what was it now, fourth or fifth time? 

‘How come the cowboys at home can’t do this?’ she wondered to herself as another scream ripped through her, leaving her throat raw as her entire body pulsated with the strength of yet another orgasm. She felt him press his forehead between her shoulder blades and heard him curse quietly. How he was holding off she had no idea. She’d heard professional athletes and yoga instructors could fuck for hours without letting go but that apparently didn’t apply to professional Bronc riders. 

Her next thought, as he drew her back against him and kissed her neck tenderly, was ‘why didn’t I meet you before?’ That was a dangerous thought. She didn’t want to get involved and she could see herself easily becoming addicted to this. ‘It’s a good thing I’m leaving in the morning’ she reminded herself.

He reached around her and shut off the water. Still holding her around her middle, he opened the shower door and reached for a big, fluffy white towel that looked like the kind you use at a spa and wrapped it around her. It was warm, like it had just come out of the dryer. 

“Heated towel racks? Damn, you’ve got all the toys don’t you,” she muttered as he gently but firmly rubbed her dry. He smiled but said nothing as he directed her out of the shower and grabbed a towel for himself.   

She grabbed a hand towel from some folded ones on a shelf and started to dry her hair and found herself staring at his legs. They were powerfully constructed and looked like something that could easily be used to model muscle groups. 

He caught her staring and blushed, actually blushed. This guy, who had made her scream loud enough to wake up half the city and have the US government raising their threat level to orange was standing there blushing like he wasn’t still sporting an impressive woody and definitely knew how to use it. 

“Did you take a little blue pill?” she asked, letting her gaze slowly travel up his legs and intentionally stopping at the spot he’d just covered with the towel. 

“No,” he denied it quickly and the quizzical look on his face told her that he wasn’t one of those Jersey gorilla douchebags that popped Viagra for every date. “I didn’t plan on…y’know…this tonight,” he added blushing again right up to the tips of his ears. Chelsea wanted to grab his cheeks and pinch them he was so fucking cute when he got shy. ‘Such a good thing I’m leaving in the morning’ she decided as she reached for his towel, catching him significantly off guard enough to pull it out of his grasp and dance away from him before he could grab it back. 

She’d seen what she was pretty sure had to be the master bedroom further back down the hall, a king sized bed with dark sheets. She dropped her towel half way down the hall and almost made it to the bed before he caught up to her, tackling her and forcing her face down on the bed. Not that she minded in the least being caught. 

He flipped her onto her back with ease and pinned her arms one on each side of her head as he kneeled over her. He was grinning again and Chelsea decided she liked it best when he smiled. ‘I’d be so dead if I wasn’t leaving tomorrow’ she knew as he brought his mouth down towards hers’. She waited for a kiss, for him to press his soft lips over hers, but instead he nipped at her lower lip and then abruptly buried his face in her neck and started to blow. 

She squealed. She kicked and struggled, swore and even threatened him with physical harm but he held on and held her down and blew raspberries into her neck, between her breasts and lastly onto her stomach.

“Are you insane?” she tried to kick him but he avoided her thrust like a dancer, laughing, his eyes crinkling, dimples deepening. 

“Are you ticklish?” he asked, letting go of her wrists and digging his fingers, instead into her ribs, making her thrash and squeak like a god damned guinea pig caught in the family cat’s mouth. He laughed as he found the spot behind her knee that made her stamp her feet on the quilt and try to crab walk away from him. He grabbed her ankles and tugged her back across the bed. She expected him to bury himself in her then, but instead he disappeared between her thighs and suddenly her laughter died and she was sighing and digging her heels into the bedspread for another reason. 

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It wasn’t something he normally did, go down on a girl he wasn’t attached to and not because he didn’t enjoy it but because it was just a bonus he didn’t afford just anyone. It was something he’d been told that he had a certain gift for, which was probably because he loved being the cause of all those noises, the squirming and eventually the pleading. That was his favorite part, when they begged to be fucked. He could hardly wait for this energetic little red head to beg for it. 

Parting her nether lips like a curtain, Mike gently nibbled her delicate folds and explored the velvety soft pink skin that glimmered in front of him. He probed her entrance with the point of his tongue and then licked his way northwards until he found that little bundle of nerves that made her squeal when he kissed it, when he sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue around it. 

Her fingers dug into his scalp and she fucked his mouth with her pussy. He lapped at her juices like a cat with a bowl of cream and was rewarded with a deluge of curse words. This little sex kitten had a dirty, dirty mouth. He imagined her lips around his cock, her pink tongue wrapping around the head of his dick and her emerald green eyes looking up at him. He moaned and she cried out, her nails digging into his wet scalp. 

Brooks had taught him a little trick that a part time teacher he’d boned in Pittsburgh had taught him. It was called the alphabet game. Mike started with a capital ‘a’ and then using an upstroke with his tongue began to draw the letter ‘b’ across her clit. She let fly a string of f-bombs that would have made Boudreau proud. 

“What…what is that?” she stuttered. Mike answered by drawing the letter ‘c’ with fancy curlicues and a ‘d’ with a certain flourish that had her raising her hips off of the bed. By the time he got to ‘m’ for Mike she was begging, pleading, bargaining and he was reaching for the condoms in the nightstand. 

Wiping the back of his forearm across his mouth, Mike settled himself between her milky white thighs, hoping that the white spots swimming in front of his eyes were only the result of all the blood having permanently been settled in his dick for the last hour. Holding his aching cock in one hand he looked down at the glistening pink folds of her pussy, the gentle slope of her belly, the upsweep of her breasts with their pink tips and then up to her soft mouth that was currently turned up in a playful grin. 

“You finally gonna cum for me?” she asked, pushing herself up on her elbows and staring down at his dick where he was holding it just outside of her entrance. 

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He was getting pretty tired. He’d been half dead on his feet when they’d gotten off the plane tonight. It was only her smokin’ hot bod that had got him this far. He prayed that his Johnson didn’t let him down now. 

“Well go on then,” she teased, reaching down to guide him inside. Not that he needed any help. His dick was like a fucking heat seeking missile and her pussy was definitely the hottest thing he’d ever enjoyed with its little triangle of tight red curls pointing the way. 

Mike watched his dick as it disappeared and immediately felt his balls pull up tight. She was hot and so wet and he’d held off so many times already tonight that he was probably going to fucking embarrass himself now.  He cursed, clenched his teeth and silently prayed that he’d make it more than a couple of strokes before he went off like old faithful. 

Her hips rose to meet his and Mike just about passed out. He wanted to tell her not to move, to just lie there and stare at the ceiling but he couldn’t form the words, especially when she reached up to guide his hands down onto her perfect tits. He felt the hard little buds of her nipples in the centre of his palms and he rotated his hands slowly, making her suck in a breath through her teeth. He dared to move then, while he held her gaze, while she looked up at him like she was daring him to do his worst. He wanted to, but he knew he didn’t have it in him. He already knew it would only be a couple more strokes and he’d be done. 

“Uh…do you think you’re gonna…I mean do you think you might…y’know…again?’ he asked and her smile grew. 

“I think you’ve done your duty tonight. Let’s worry about you right now cowboy.” Mike nodded silently and shut his eyes. ‘Hmmm’, he thought momentarily perplexed, ‘how did she know I’m from Calgary?’ 

Shaking it off he laughed at himself. She didn’t, of course. It was just one of those things girls said.

Her nails dragged slowly down his arms and he thought it was strange how good that felt. He’d had girls scratch him up before and he hadn’t liked it at all. Actually he’d been kind of pissed off about it, mostly because he wasn’t good with pain but this wasn’t pain. It was just…sensation.

“That felt good,” he told her, opening his eyes as he lowered himself gingerly down onto her. He felt her legs go around him as he reached up to cradle her face. He kissed her hungrily and curled his tongue around hers’. She dragged her nails up his back and he shuddered. 

“How about that?” she asked in a hoarse whisper, her voice kitten soft in his ear. His cock twitched. He was so close now. 

“Again,” he asked and this time his kitten’s claws came out and he felt her nails digging into his back, leaving ribbons of raw flesh behind and he didn’t care. He pressed her down into the bed, shoved himself deep into her pussy and let himself go with a long, low groan. 

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He was snoring softly, his lips parted, his baby cheeks covered in stubble and his brown hair pointing in every which direction as Chelsea slid out of the bed. The clock beside the bed read five thirty and her flight was at eight. She had to get back to the Consulate, change and get to the airport still. She thought about waking him to say thank you but she had a feeling if she did he’d be able to keep her in his bed and she’d miss her flight. He looked so young and adorable laying there that she didn’t have the heart to do anything but brush her lips gently over his cheek. 

“Bye bye mon cowboy,” she whispered and then, grabbing what looked like a clean, folded plain gray t-shirt from a pile on a chair near the door, she headed out to find her underwear, her dress and her shoes. 

When she hit the top stair of the rooftop terrace and quietly pushed the door open, the first rays of the sun were just reaching over the horizon. She stood there for a long moment, watching the sun struggle to clear the rooftops of the city. She wouldn’t miss DC with its no go areas and its cocktail parties and political buffet luncheons. She longed for the tall green grasses and the never ending skies of home. 

She gathered her panties from the edge of the hot tub and stood there for a moment staring at the water, remembering the he’d filled her for the first time. Her body remembered it with a clenching low in her belly. There was an ache there that she’d never felt before. He’d touched places no one had ever touched before.

Shaking off that memory she turned to find her dress thrown over the railing and wondered it hadn’t blown off during the night. As she slipped it over her head she found herself staring at the bright orange cushions on the outdoor couch, remembering how it had felt to have him hold her pinned beneath him and the look of boyish wonder on his face as their bodies fell into a rhythm together. 

Turning from there she collected her shoes and carefully padded back down into the bachelor pad with all mod cons. She found the phone, or a phone, in the kitchen and called for a cab. At this early hour it would only be a few moment before the taxi would be waiting downstairs. Chelsea turned on the tap and went to stick her head under it. She found herself staring at the led lit water, the blue light shining through the silvery stream. 

“You really do have all the toys don’t you?” she said to someone who wasn’t there. Sticking her hands under the stream of cool water, she smoothed down her hair. It would still look like she’d been in bed but maybe it wouldn’t be immediately apparent that she was doing the walk of shame. 

Except for her shoes, she thought as she shook out and then pulled the cotton t-shirt over her head. It was longer than her dress and a few sizes too big but it was warmer than what she was wearing and maybe it would look like she was going to the gym. 

She fought the urge to look down at the mail sitting beneath his keys beneath the water feature by the door. ‘You don’t need to know his name and address Cee Cee,’ she chastised herself as she pulled the dead bolt free and slipped outside. She carried her shoes to the elevator and rode down in her bare feet. The cabby; however, didn’t even blink when he opened the door for her.  

“Big Caps fan?” he asked as he held the rear door open for her. 

“Huh?” she looked down at the red and blue lettering on the front of the t-shirt where the words ‘property of the Capitals’ was emblazoned across her chest.

“Uh…no, haven’t been to a game,” she admitted as she slid into the back seat. “Canadian consulate please.”