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rasping breaths as we float back to reality. 
    James leans over me and nuzzles my ear, “Do you want to sleep or take a shower?”
    I want to just lay here and relax in post-coital bliss. Three orgasms! I had never had more than one during sex. But after the train ride and sweaty sex, I need to get cleaned up. “Shower… in five minutes,” I qualify.
    “Oh, no you don’t.” James says, sitting up. “If we stay here for another five minutes, we will either be sleeping or fucking.” Pulling me up over his shoulder, he carries me to the bathroom as I shriek in shock. James just laughs and slaps a hand over my ass, causing me to rear up. “That hurt, you bastard!” This just causes James to laugh harder. Soon I find myself standing under a warm spray of water being soaped down by James. “I’ll kiss it and make it better,” he promises.

CHAPTER 5
     
    The next morning when I wake, I at first, think I am back in the hotel in Hempstead before memories from the night before come flooding back. I am in James McAllister’s bed. A smile spreads across my face as reality hits me. It was hard to wrap my head around. My euphoria does not last long when I sit up and look around. The space on the bed next to me is cold and empty. A note lies on the pillow beside me. As I read a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach takes the smile right off my face.
    Elaine,
    Thank you for last night. I had to be at work this morning. Please help yourself to breakfast before you go. I hope you have recovered from yesterday’s ordeal. 
    James
    The night before had been one of the most incredible nights of my life, but from the tone of his note, it had just been another one-night stand for James. Who has to work on a Saturday morning anyway? Confusion and humiliation rise up inside me. I need to calm down. I am overthinking this. It was a one-night stand. It happens all the time, right? Me feeling like we had a special connection doesn’t mean anything. The thought that James experienced nights like ours on a regular basis makes me feel slightly ill. I wonder how many women have woken up in his bed to find a similar note on his pillow. Breakfast may not be an option. Sex, it was just sex. I realize that I don’t want to stay in James’s apartment another second. As I jump out of bed, my muscles mock me with their soreness. I wonder if they will ever get this kind of workout again.
    I go into the bathroom to take a quick shower, but that just reminds me of the sweet, slow shower sex we had the night before. Deciding I can do without the shower, I throw on my clothes, double-check that I am not leaving anything behind, and leave James’s apartment.
    The next week I receive calls for two interviews at New York firms. I should be ecstatic, but the “train incident,” as I now refer to my encounter with James, casts a pall over my excitement. I don’t understand how it can affect me so much, but it does, despite my best efforts at shrugging it off. Although the end is in sight, I still have to get through finals before graduating. Even if I land a position at a law firm, it is not unheard of for a firm to retract a job offer if the applicant’s grades slide in the last semester. 
    Sam has been plaguing me all week to start giving men more of a chance. She says if I want to experience more mind-blowing encounters like the “train incident,” then I have to start putting myself out there. With this in mind we go out on Thursday night with some of our classmates. I try to look at everyone with a fresh pair of eyes. Can I help it if I am only attracted to sex gods?
    I think back to what exactly I found so attractive about James, other than his good looks of course. There had been amazing chemistry, I realize. He also seemed to understand exactly what my body needed and wasn’t shy about taking control. My reaction to him surprised me, since I usually am not interested in being told what to do. As a matter of fact, most of the time