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warm sleeping body.
    I can just make out the shapes in the room and as my eyes adjust to the dark, I find my clothes and tiptoe out into the main room.
    I feel like a thief in the night, sneaking out and something in my chest aches as I stare longingly at the open door and the dark outline of the bed.
    I can hear him breathing, I can just make out the shape of his large body under the sheet and I almost break, almost toss my clothes back to the floor and return to his warm embrace.
    But I don’t.
    Instead I dress in silence and slip out of the room.
    As I ride back down to the foyer, I stare at my reflection again.
    I look the same but something is different.
    My lips are swollen and a darker shade of pink, my cheeks are a little flushed, my eyes are bright and actually glowing in the dim yellow light.
    As I watch, a goofy smile stretches across my mouth and I can’t stop the giddy little giggle that erupts from my chest.
    I had a one-night stand.
    Me!
    Miss straight-laced, never-cross-the-line Hannah had a hot, sexy one-night stand with a sexy rich stranger.
    The smile is almost bursting off my face by the time the elevator ride finishes.
    Yes.
    I feel in control.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 5
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    It’s a couple of days after the night with my sexy stranger that Gemma finally cracks.
    “Girl, if you don’t wipe that smile off your face, I’m going to go crazy!”
    This makes me grin even wider. “I work in a bar, smiling is part of the job.”
    “Not that kind of smiling.” She scowls at me. “You haven’t stopped smiling like that since your night of debauchery.”
    I roll my eyes and poke my tongue out at her. “It was just sex and besides, the one-night stand was your idea.”
    The crowd is slowly dwindling and I start clearing and wiping tables as the last of the customers make their way to the door.
    I can’t help the way my eyes follow them to the door, almost as though I’m expecting someone else to come in.
    But nobody does.
    I know I’m looking for him, before our night he used to come in at this time nearly every night but I haven’t seen him since.
    I guess that’s not surprising but still and little ache of disappointment makes me frown at the empty doorway.
    I don’t regret the night we spent together but I miss seeing him, miss his flirty smile and deep smooth voice.
    Maybe I should have agreed to a date rather than just a one-night fling?
    Memories of the pain and humiliation of my last few failed relationships drive that silly longing from my system.
    Just the thought of walking in on my stranger with another woman, maybe his pretty young secretary, sends a spike of pain through my chest.
    No.
    I’d rather be alone forever then face that again.
    At least when I think about the men in my life, there’s now one good experience, one sweet memory to make me smile and sigh.
    “Wow, you really liked him, didn’t you?” Gemma says, coming up beside me and taking the tray of cups from my hands.
    “I can’t explain it. We just connected.” I sigh. “I’m glad you talked me into going with him, but I think one-night stands aren’t for me.”
    “You’re an emotional sexer,” she says, nodding at her own cleverness and I can’t help chuckling. “You need to find a real man who makes you feel the way he did. They’re not all jerks, you know.”
    But even as I nod my understanding, my mind runs the memories like a show-reel behind my eyes.
    Moans of pleasure between the thighs of another woman, words of love and lust whispered into the ears of someone that wasn’t me, a look of hatred and disgust followed by a backhand that left me sobbing in shame on the floor.
    My back straightens and my shoulders tense.
    Taking the tray from Gemma, I head towards the kitchen.
    “I don’t need a man to make me whole,” I state firmly.
    I can feel her concerned gaze following me out but I refuse to meet it.
    I know she cares about me, worries about me,