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were too many questions, and she just didn’t have the answers at this point.
     
    But Christie was sure of two things: one, she’d come harder than she had in weeks. Her legs were still shaking from the aftermath. And two, she knew she and Michael had just crossed a line together – and there was no turning back from it now.

Chapter 3: All She Wants for Christmas
     
    Christie turned on the hot water faucet again, and did her best to straighten herself up again as the water heated. If she’d been home, she would have taken a long, hot shower, probably followed by a nap. But she was at work, unfortunately, and would have to make do with what she had.
     
    She lathered up her hands with soap, and cupped them under the almost-too-hot water from the faucet. She pressed her hands against her face and slowly rubbed the warm, soapy water into her skin. It felt great. After an intense orgasm like the one she’d just had, Christie always felt a little fragile, a little delicate. The soothing comfort of a warm-water facial was a welcome treat.
     
    Christie washed the last of the soap from her face, careful not to open her eyes. She turned the water as cold as it would go, and splashed some onto her forehead, recoiling a little as the ice-cold water touched her skin. It was the perfect way to chase away the mental fog she was feeling and shock her back into reality.
     
    She gripped the edges of the sink with both hands and just stood there for a minute, letting the water drip down off her face and down the strain. She opened her eyes, tentatively, and blinked several times. She turned off the water and shook her head back and forth.
     
    Okay, she thought. What the fuck just happened?
     
    She looked up at herself in the mirror, where not five minutes ago she’d gotten a first-hand view of herself being taken by the man she desired. Her hair was totally disheveled, and her makeup had come off. She looked like she’d been out all night. How was she going to face Rick now, after he’d seen her looking so put-together earlier?
     
    For that matter, how was she going to face Michael?
     
    As that thought crossed her mind, Christie groaned to herself. The circumstances of what had happened were just so strange that she had no idea how to handle the situation. Well, Christie, you’ve done it again, she scolded herself. You’ve gotten yourself into quite a fine mess over here. Why did the problems in her life always seem to involve men?
     
    She couldn’t help but laugh a little at the ridiculousness of it all – and as it turned out, laughter was exactly the boost she needed. She looked again at herself in the mirror, narrowed her eyes, and grinned as she kept laughing. Whatever happened next, Christie would do her best to take charge of the situation. She wasn’t sure yet what she wanted out of it, but she wasn’t going to let Michael call all the shots. She winked at herself playfully, and laughed again.
     
    She straightened up, patted down her shirt, and turned on her heel. I’ve got this, she thought to herself. She walked out of the bathroom feeling like a million bucks.
     
    It was a good thing Christie had so much confidence, because no sooner had she left the bathroom than she ran into the nosiest person in the whole office: Alice, getting in at 10 AM on the dot like she always did, walking down the hallway with a coffee mug in her hand.
     
    When Alice saw Christie, she stopped mid-stride, the coffee mug halfway to her mouth. She stared dumbfounded at Christie, her mouth half-open and her eyebrow raised up to the ceiling.
     
    “Hey, Alice,” said Christie cheerfully, and walked right past her before she could say anything, smiling as she noticed Alice’s flabbergasted look.
     
    After a few seconds, Alice came running after Christie. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Alice, stepping in front of Christie’s path. “Just hold on a second there, girl. What the what-what what?”
     
    Alice sure had a way with words.