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    “Oh, Collin.” Amy’s voice, which trembled like the rest of her, was barely above a whisper as she clung to the man above her, digging her manicured nails into the back of his shoulders and moving her hips against him to meet his thrusts as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm.
    Seemingly sensing it, he moved faster, at the same time, claiming her mouth once more, and as soon as she felt his tongue on hers, the pleasure swirling within her exploded, a soft scream escaping her lips as she detached her mouth from his and allowed the explosion to blow her away. 
    Vaguely, she felt Collin still moving above her and as her shivers subsided, just before her arms grew limp, she felt him give one final thrust before emptying himself inside her. Then, seconds after, he withdrew from her body and pulled her into his arms so that her back was against his heaving chest, and he planted a tender kiss in her brown hair before he spoke.
    “You’re more amazing than I thought you’d be, Amanda.”
    At the words, Amy immediately stiffened, her eyes, which had already closed from exhaustion, opening wide. It was a wonderful compliment, yes, but apparently, it was not meant for her.
    Her full name was Amelia, after all. Not Amanda.
    “I’ll just go wash up,” she said, and without waiting for a reply, she freed herself from his embrace and cast the blanket aside, walking towards the bathroom.
    As soon as she reached it, she locked the door and then leaned on the sink. Then, taking a deep breath, she lifted her head to look at herself in the mirror, a small, heart-shaped face with messy dark hair and brown eyes filled with hurt and confusion staring back at her.
    What on earth had she done?
    She already had a feeling earlier that he might have mistaken her for someone else. She was not even supposed to be at that Michelin-starred restaurant of the Diamond Crane Hotel, after all, having only gone because she did not want to waste the gift certificate she had received as a bonus at work, much less meet someone there. Yet, he had acted as if he knew her, even calling her by her name, Amy, as if he had every right to be with her and have her for his own. 
    She had dismissed it, though, against her better judgement, so charmed by his blue eyes and his perfect smile which made dimples show up on his chiseled cheeks, and so captivated by his witty remarks and refined manners which, together with his crisp, tailored clothes, Patek Philippe watch and his choice of wine, made apparent his wealthy upbringing, that she had thrown a deaf ear to the voice inside her telling her that she was probably not who he had intended to spend the evening with.
    She regretted that now as she took one of the terry robes hanging behind the bathroom door and wrapped it around her before taking a seat on the plush chair with the scrolled arms against the wall. True, she had enjoyed herself immensely, the evening having been one she would not easily forget since it was unlikely she would ever have one like it, yet she had to face the fact that it was now over. Worse, she had to deal with the fact that it should never have happened.
    The question was: How?
    Reluctantly, she went out of the bathroom and as she approached the bed, she realized that Collin was sleeping, his even breathing the only sound in the spacious hotel suite. For a moment, she thought of dressing up and leaving then and there, just as Cinderella had escaped from the palace when the clock struck twelve but decided that was not the right thing to do. She owed him an explanation, after all. If she left without any word, he would only come looking for her, just as the prince had searched for Cinderella, or worse, he would think ill of her, think that she was some criminal even, some woman who seduced rich men and then left them before morning, which she could not have, of course. 
    Yes, the only solution to her current predicament was to talk to him, to explain to him that he had