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but as I rub myself languorously back and forth on his muscular leg I feel desire building up again until it reaches a new crescendo – another climax shudders through me. I feel his semen hot between my satiated thighs as we both fall into a deep sleep, entwined in each other’s arms.
    Several hours later, my eyes spring open. Alexandre is still fast asleep but my own worry and angst have woken me. Trickles of dawn light have made the darkness fade, but it must still be very early. Am I insane? Nothing was resolved last night! Nothing. The fact that Laura lied to me about Sophie, telling her she wanted to ‘top me off’ - the fact that Alexandre must have told her about my naughty tryst with Alessandra (because nobody else knew except for Alessandra herself) – is all registering in my slow, sex-numbed brain – he really did ‘fuck my brains out.’ Duh! As usual, Pearl Robinson jumped into the flames without wearing a fire-proof vest.
    How did Laura have that information about me? Because that bastard, who’s lying beside me now, must have shared it with her, despite his denial. He deserves an Oscar.
    I observe him as his breath rises and falls, his pecs strong and firm, the V of his sexy torso ending with his sex tool which he uses to make me weak. Anger starts to flood through me, more at myself than with him. Why did I let him have his way with me last night without talking things properly through?
    I get up and tiptoe to the bathroom. That’s right! My suitcase is still outside the door (I hope) – everything was dropped (including my mind) when I saw his green gaze and his drop-dead gorgeous body which, I hasten to add, had broken into my apartment, no less! Pearl Robinson, you are a disaster!
    I pee and wash my hands before going to find my abandoned case which I wheel inside. I go back to the bathroom and run the shower faucet. So preoccupied was I last night with the vision of Alexandre and my lusty appetite, that I didn’t even have time to appreciate the lovely and sleek modern furnishings of my new apartment. It’s all cream and white with soft carpets and smooth silk curtains. It looks like a five star hotel – a place where you wouldn’t call home but where you’d lounge about in pure luxury wishing it were yours. It is too perfect to call home – too sleek. The bathroom is all pale Italian marble with his and hers wash basins and a massive mirror. Uh oh, inspection time. I have definitely lost weight through nerves, despite my Jelly Belly binge.
    I jump into the hot, steamy shower and lather away at my hair and body with some delicious vanilla-scented shampoo and body wash. Did Alexandre organize all this? As I’m exiting the shower all wet, there he is. He’s been watching me like a Peeping Tom. I know because his boner tells me so.
    “Beautiful. Just beautiful,” he says running his tongue along his lower lip. “You’ve lost a little weight, though.”
    “I guess you were so busy fucking me you didn’t notice that last night,” I remark, bitterly angry with myself, knowing that I’m going to give into him all over again.
    “Oh, I notice everything Pearl. Everything. Like how tight and wet you were last night. How much you needed me inside you. Bend over.”
    “No! I won’t.”
    “Don’t be disobedient. Bend over. I just want to see how much weight you’ve lost.”
    “Alexandre!”
    “Bend over and touch your toes.”
    Here we go again. A pool of desire gathers in my stomach. In for a penny, in for a pound. I bend over. Actually, the stretch to my backbone after the hot shower feels good.
    He comes up behind me and I feel his erection press up against my ass. His thumbs part my butt crack and he gets down on his knees. I sense his tongue lashing in great sweeps up and down and then flickering at my entrance and the soft hair on his head tickling my inner thighs. I can hear myself moan involuntarily - he’s got me again.
    He stands up. Then the slapping begins, his cock