It was almost as if I’d been transported to an alternate universe. I still couldn’t believe it. I was in Tenor Butler’s bed. Tenor. Butler. Not only that, but we’d just had what had to be the absolute best sex in the entire world. Or at least the best I’d ever had. I shivered remembering how rough his voice was as he moved inside me. How he’d grabbed and held onto me when he came.

His arms tightened around me. “Are you cold?”

I turned in his embrace, relishing the feel of our bodies being wrapped together the way they were and hummed. “Not it the slightest. I was remembering.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Good things?”

“Oh, yes.” I didn’t add anything else, because, honestly, he seemed a little distracted. I didn’t feel comfortable trying to dig deeper, though. It wasn’t like we were best friends or anything.

I didn’t actually know what we were. Other than a couple who had probably gone further than they should have. Fuck. What had we done?

Though I really didn’t want to think about the ramifications of what we’d just done, there didn’t seem to be a way around it. It was pretty hard to ignore, given that we were both naked and in his bed.

Suddenly, the blissful damn, that was good feeling I had was replaced with an uncomfortable, damn, that was a bad idea. But like my mom had often told me, “You can’t pour the milk back into the carton after it spills.” It wasn’t that I’d never understood what she meant when she said it, but I didn’t understand exactly how impossible it was to pour the spilled milk back into the carton until that very second.

In reality, I felt a little sick to my stomach. I was now that girl. The one who slept with the boss. The one everyone whispered about behind her back. Would the entire office pick up on the fact that we’d slept together? Tenor had said he’d never done anything like this before, but should I simply take his word on that? Would he really admit it if it was something he did all the time? Doubtful.

I didn’t realize I was restlessly moving until Tenor asked, “Are you okay? Do you need to use the bathroom?”

I didn’t, but that gave me the excuse I needed to leave his bed. “Yes, sorry. I’ll just be a minute.”

He let go of me and I hurried across the floor to the bathroom. Once inside, I turned the light on, squinting at its brightness. After a few seconds, I slowly opened my eyes, only to wish I hadn’t as soon as I did. Surely to goodness that wasn’t me in the mirror. That wide-eyed woman with the just-kissed, swollen lips and the I’ve been thoroughly fucked hair? And, holy hell, was that a hickey on the side of my neck? I leaned over the sink and peered closer.

Damn it all. It was.

I tilted my head and twisted it this way and that. Hopefully, I’d be able to cover it with my hair and makeup. I touched it, not quite believing I had a hickey. Hell, I never had one in high school. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back to Boston tomorrow. I was damn sure I didn’t want to go into the office.

But our flight left pretty early in the morning, if I remembered correctly, and it would look very strange if Tenor showed up at the office, which I was sure he would, and I didn’t. There was no helping it, I had to go into the office tomorrow.

But the early flight did give me a reason not to crawl back into bed for round two with Tenor even though the mere thought of him had my traitorous body begging for more. I was a big girl; I had self-control. I could walk out of the bathroom, tell him goodnight and that I’d see him in the morning. Then I’d walk out the door and not look back.

I stood up and squared my shoulders. With a nod at myself in the mirror, I turned out the light and opened the door, fully prepared to be on my way.

Tenor stood at the foot of the bed, naked with his cock erect and ready. In his hands he held two glasses of wine. “Nightcap?”

I smiled and took one, crawling right back into bed with him.

Come to find out, I’m a bit lacking in the self-control department.