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his
face.
    Ah, he was very much like me.   He was going to be trouble.   Who was I
kidding?   He was fucking trouble for me in the worst way !
    Finally, he released me altogether and sat back down on his
bar stool affront of his laptop. His grin was one of complete satisfaction.
Raising myself still shaking my head, I too was grinning, but not for the same
reason I suspect.
    “Well then, it seems my dress is undone, which was more
than I had asked for…so if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to find something
else to wear.” I cocked my head to him and grinned, the anger was evident in my
voice I couldn’t hide it.   I was both blissfully satisfied and pissed
all at the same time.   Without adding a
word, removing the remnants of my dress, I turned from and walked back to my
room.
    “You have a wonderful ass Lillian.” He called out, with a
grin plastered on his face.
    Pursing my lips, I turned at my doorway back to his
appraising expression.
    “So I’ve been told.” Slighting my head, “I’m sure it won’t
be the last time I hear that one either.” With that, I shut my door.   My anger was palpable, and
based on his expression , I knew he felt it .   However, he was amused by it?
    I walked to my dresser pulling out fresh undergarments and
proceeded to remove my stockings. Quickly changing my clothes, I put on a worn
pair of jeans that hugged my hips and ass just so. A white, off the shoulder
top ; belt and strappy-heel sandals finished my idea of
being fashionable.
    Walking past the selves in my closet, my favorite hat
called to me, yes, this was certainly a hat day. I reached for it and fiddled
with it on my head, until I was satisfied. The hat was white with a black
ribbon detail it very much looked like a man’s hat from the twenties.
    Walking over to my bed, picking up my purse, my eyes landed
on the gym clothes that still sat on the bed. I guess there was no longer a
need to work out any frustrations.   Grinning, this morning had certainly gone in a very strange
direction.   Where the
hell was my self-control? Ah, yeah had none.
    Walking to the door, pausing, I could have sworn I heard a
woman’s voice.
    And , one I
recognized.   Should
have expected this.   Of course Charlie
would have a girlfriend, but than again perhaps
not.   Maybe just some
slut wanting his attention.
    Opening the door, my expression was almost shocked, but I
quickly reeled it in before Charlie saw. There was clearly a woman in the
apartment, and one that I recognized. She had forced herself into Charlie’s
arms and was desperately trying to seduce him. It was evident that he brought
her home last night, as she had nothing but a T-shirt on that barely covered
her ass.
    Looking at her, I realized it was Tiffany from the bar…my
bartender from last night. Dawning hit…he must have been there.
    Gathering my composure, I smirked and walked into the
kitchen with my wits about me. I wasn’t sure what game
he thought to play with me, but I approved of this, Shit it’s something I would
pull myself.
    “Lillian! Shit, I didn’t realize this was your place.”
    “Yes it is.” I smiled and cocked my head as my eyes met
his. “Charlie here is a temporary guest,” raising a brow, “a very temporary
guest. He’s Julie’s brother.” Moving my eyes to Tiffany for a moment then back
to Charlie, I added “I didn’t realize you had a guest
Charlie?”
    He offered no response and simply smiled at me.
    I turned and opened the fridge gathering up bottled water,
as Tiffany’s attention went back to Charlie.
    “What happened to you last night? I passed out for what
seemed to be a second, and you were gone?”
    “Jet lag loves,” Turning back in their direction, his eyes
on me, “The time difference is a real bitch to handle, please forgive me?”   He swiftly turned to Tiffany. I wanted to
gag, was he really trying to coddle her?
    “Did we have sex last night?” she whispered, hoping I wouldn’t hear. More for her