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what?’
    ‘It isn’t even cooked .’
    Sarah burst out laughing, and Evan picked his pillow up and hit her playfully with it. ‘Okay, okay,’ he said. ‘Favourite food: Sushi. Duly noted.’
    ‘What are you doing, anyway?’ She wrestled the pillow from him. ‘Writing my résumé?’
    ‘No. Just trying to work out where I can take you to dinner some time. Assuming you’re not just . . .’
    ‘What?’
    Evan rolled back over and did his best to look vulnerable. ‘Using me for sex.’
    Sarah’s eyes searched his face, then she threw the duvet to one side and climbed on top of him. ‘Would that be such a bad thing?’
    Evan tried to ignore the stirring in his loins. ‘I suppose not,’ he said, thinking the exact opposite.

6
    S arah reached over and hit ‘snooze’ on her alarm, then propped herself up on one elbow and gazed at the indentation in the pillow where Evan’s head had been. They’d eventually drifted off to sleep, but woken early and had sex a third time, then he’d left rather suddenly, though he’d explained that it had been more to do with not wanting to get a parking ticket than any morning-after awkwardness. Perhaps he’d also wanted to avoid a repeat of the previous evening’s embarrassing encounter with Grace, and Sarah couldn’t blame him – she felt embarrassed enough herself. And while she was relieved Grace evidently hadn’t mistakenly called him David, she still wasn’t sure how she was going to explain last night aw ay.
    Slipping reluctantly out from under the duvet, she pulled her robe on, stuck the scrap of paper Evan had hurriedly scribbled his number on into her pocket, and checked her phone for messages, though she was sure David was unlikely to have called again. Even though the two of them hadn’t made any promises of exclusivity to each other, something about what she’d done last night seemed wrong. Though perhaps because it had felt so right.
    At the club, she’d never wanted a performance to be over so quickly, whereas once they’d tumbled into bed, the opposite had been true. And while it had been relatively straightforward to get him there – let’s face it, it was for most women – their first time had been different to any other first time she’d had. There had been none of the usual unfamiliar fumbling, no awkward re-positioning, or any stop-starting. Just good sex. Great sex, in fact. And she’d been shocked at the level of her passion. Even before they’d done it for the first time, Sarah had known they’d be doing it again – and not, she now suspected, just that evening.
    She glanced back towards the bed, wondered whether she’d ever see Evan again, and felt a twinge of sadness at the thought. Though perhaps it was good he’d left like he had – why ruin the fabulous memories of what might have been just a one-off with embarrassed small-talk over breakfast until such time as it was polite to leave? Evan was a musician, after all. He probably had women throwing themselves at him every night. Perhaps he even had a girlfriend . . . Sarah shuddered at the possibility, and felt a little foolish. She’d given in to her baser instincts – been unable to stop herself – and while it had felt good at the time, she hoped she hadn’t done something she’d regret. She checked the date on her phone, then did a quick calculation in her head and relaxed a little, pretty sure she was nowhere near her ‘fertile’ time, though shamefully she realised it hadn’t occurred to her to ask Evan to use some protection. Not that she’d given him the time, such had been her eagerness to jump him almost as soon as they’d arrived ho me.
    She glanced at her clock again – she still had an hour before she had to leave for the office, but she didn’t want to hurry for another reason. Being at work would mean seeing David, and right now, that was a complication she could do without. With a sigh, she put her phone on to charge, then made her way into the