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through the open window. I groaned and pulled the pillow off my head. I turned to find Samantha gone. The headache began.
    With a groan, I pushed myself to sitting. The salty smell of the ocean hit me, making me feel better. Bursts of memory
    Walking across the room, I opened the mini-fridge, bent down and reached inside. My fingers met with cool glass of a bottle of soda water. I pulled it out, cracked the cap and took a massive swig. Room charges be damned. It shook me to life as it fizzled down my throat.
    The door opened. It was her. My cock moved as I watched her step inside in her running tights. Her ass looked fucking glorious in them. She startled at the sight of me, surprised to see me up. I relaxed as soon as she smiled.
    "Hello lover," she cooed. After kicking off her shoes she swayed towards me through the room. "God that was hot last night!"
    I felt my brow furrow. Had I really been so drunk that I didn't remember having sex with her? I looked into her eyes. They were glowing with mischief.
    "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I bluffed. Maybe in my stupor I'd done something right? "I wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied," I added, trying to sound more confident.
    Her eyes went wide, like she didn't understand what I was talking about. "Oh, I didn't mean you. You passed out. Don't you remember?"
    A bolt of jealous adrenaline shot through me and I felt my jaw drop open. I looked over her face, searching for the tell. Where would the admission start, her eyes? Her lips? Obviously she was joking.
Obviously
my Samantha was just joking.
    Oh God, the memory of what I'd said the night before, outside the bathrooms, slammed into me like a speeding train. I looked at the floor, trying to remember exactly how I'd put it. There could be no doubt. I'd told her I wanted her to sleep with another man.
    "Excuse me!" she bubbled, tossing her headphones onto the bed, "I'm going to take a shower!" She pushed past me.
    I stood there, swaying a little from the alcohol, but mostly from the shock of what I'd just heard. Shaking myself out of the stupor, I turned around and pushed my way through the door and into the spacious bathroom.
    She was already in the shower. I watched rivulets of water trailing down her fair skin. Despite my grogginess, I wanted to reach inside and press my hands onto her thighs. I looked up. She was facing away from me but I knew she could see me from the corner of her eye. I knew she'd heard me come in.
    "Samantha?" I started.
    She turned and smiled. "Yes, dear?"
    Still there was nothing there. Nothing on her face that would let me discern if this was just a game. I didn't know what to say.
    "Samantha..." I began again. "About last night..."
    "Yes? What about it?" She wasn't budging. She wouldn't give me a single inch. I suppose I had been a bit of an ass. I suppose I deserved it. A little bit.
    I took a deep breath. "About what I said? About..."
    She turned the shower off and pulled the curtain open.
    For a moment I was dumbstruck. She was making no effort to cover her body. She was standing there, completely naked, water dripping from her body. Her nipples were pink and stiff. I wondered if her pussy was wet. She was toying with me. I started to get hard.
    "What you said about what?"
    "What I said about you with another man," I growled, unable to take my eyes off her curves.
    "Oh that! Yes? What about it?"
    Now I saw it. She was just having a bit of fun. Or was she?
    "Well? What about it?" I asked, turning the question back to her.
    She stepped out of the tub but didn't reach for a towel. Her body was driving me mad now. So close and wet and bare. I knew she could see my cock hardening. She didn't look down, though.
    "No, Andrew," she whispered, coming closer and walking two fingers up my chest. "No. You're the one that acted like an ass last night. You don't get off that easily. You tell me."
    I looked down to see her fingers walking back down my chest. She stopped at my belt and held her hand there. When I