“Why would you bring up the exchange of money? Neither of you are prostitutes!” she said in outrage. “Of course, Alexander stopped things. I’m sure that had humiliated him.”


    “But he was the one who first brought up money,” I argued. “I’m not the one who introduced it into the conversation.”


    She raised her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes. “Are you sure? What are the exact words that Alexander had said?”


    I searched my memory, but trying to recall what Alexander had said in that moment was like trying to catch fog with my hands. It kept slipping away from me right before I could grasp onto his words.


    “Honestly, I’m not sure,” I admitted. “I had taken a shot of whiskey before we kissed.” I wrung my hands in myp.


    My friend’s nose crinkled. “But you hate whiskey.”


    I sighed. “It’s a long story. Tonight was just…very weird.”


    Wepsed into silence, and thankfully, Ava let me be alone with my thoughts, something that I knew was hard for her. As I reyed our kiss, I fidgeted in my seat. Now that the initial shock had worn off, remorse was flowing through me. What had I been thinking? Did it really only take me one shot and the thrill of running away from danger to kiss my boss? And it wasn’t like I just kissed him. If I had it my way, Alexander and I would probably be making passionate love under the moonlight right now.


    Hot shame made my stomach hurt as I fretted over how I was going to


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    face Alexander again. It was probably for the best that I had misunderstood Alexander about the exchange of money. Even though the fact that our time was cut short made my heart lower in a way that it had never done before.


    Ava could sense my depressed mood, and she put her arm around me. As she was rubbing my arm gently, she noticed the shopping bag on the floor in the ce that I had dropped it when I came in. The contents had spilled out of it. Bread, whiskey, and condoms were spilling out of it. My face flushed. Would my embarrassment ever end?


    “Wow, you definitely prepared to spend the night with Alexander,” she said and nodded her head approvingly.


    “No, it’s not what you think.” I sighed, too tired to exin the strange assortment of items.


    My friend squeezed my shoulder, and I got a whiff of her strawberry lemon scented shampoo. The smell was reassuringly familiar. “Don’t be too sad. Alexander is obsessed with you. You will get many more chances with him,” she said.


    I didn’t say anything as a wave of exhaustion overwhelmed me.


    Ava seemed to sense that I was too tired to walk to my bedroom, so she brought out a pillow and nket and tucked me in on the couch. I mumbled a quiet thanks and immediately drifted off to sleep.


    The next morning, I woke up with my head pounding like someone had hit me with a hammer repeatedly as I slept. I looked at my phone and saw that it was still pretty early, so I rolled over and tried to fall back asleep. But when I closed my eyes, images fromst night flooded into my head. Having dinner with Alexander, the mysterious bottle of wine, and our confusion at the convenience store.


    But the thing that I remembered the most clearly was our kiss under


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    the moonlight. I shivered as I recalled his warm touch, his searing kisses, and his strong hands as they roamed all over my body. Just thinking about our time under the moonlightst night made my body hungry for more.


    My rational mind had apletely different reaction than my body. Panic and regret was spreading throughout my body like a disease, infecting my heart so it began to pound against my chest and making my stomach sick as I thought about how it would be impossible to look Alexander in the face again.


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