His hand groped my bottom, squeezing gently at first and then much tighter. It took everything in me to be quiet and stay still… I did not want him ...o stop.“What a heavy sleeper you are,” He whispered at me, his hand brushing my hair from my neck, his fingers lingering briefly. I felt him get off the bed then, the clanking of his belt buckle and my heartbeat the only things I could hear in the small, dark room. When he came back to the bed, I could feel the heat rolling off his body. His lips. He wasexactly the type to whom, a couple of months ago, I would have given myphone number and met later for an anonymous afternoon tryst. But today,I haughtily ignored him, meeting his eyes only once, and rolling my eyesdismissively. He looked away, defeated and abashed, but he murmured"Nice boots" before he exited at the 48th floor. I looked down at myburned ochre knee-high boots, fresh from the Fred Segal sale, and said"Thanks, sweetie," as left the elevator. I enjoyed watching him. More

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