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She let out a sharp, brittle laugh.
“After what you did to me that night...are you sure you can't
remember me?”
    “ I remember you, Aleisha,” Julian replied.
And he remembered—and regretted like hell, what he did that
night. But somehow he hadn't caught her name. Either that or he
hadn't wanted to remember her name.
    He stared at her. Light, blond hair, heavily made up
face with bright red lips, ample tits and butt, flashing green eyes
that narrowed as she looked around his messy office. She was an
attractive enough woman, bold, brash and bosomy. But—he didn't
feel the fierce attraction and longing that he felt for Sophia, a
deep, piercing ache that grew and ate into his heart and his soul.
Aleisha was sexy, yes, but she wasn't Sophia. So what in the world
had made him do what he did that night? That had been a fucking
mistake!
    “ Aleisha...” he began.
    “ So how's your work with the sex machine?”
she cut in breezily, swiveling round in the black leather chair. “Is
the machine having the sex...or are you?” She twirled a long,
red fingernail through her hair and smirked.
    “ What do you want, Aleisha?”
    “ What do I want?” She tilted her head at
him. “What do you think I want, Julian?”
    “ I've already paid you for your work with the
machine. And...more.” The last word came out in a strangled
whisper.
    “ More?” she scoffed, leaning forward. “And
you think that was enough? That I don't deserve any...more?”
    Julian shook his head. “What exactly do you want,
Aleisha? You tested the sex machine for one day, as agreed, and you
were paid the agreed amount. After that...you...we...” He
stopped abruptly, sucking in a long breath.
    “ Yes? After that?” she prompted. “What
happened after that? What did you do, Julian?”
    Julian's eyes flew to his desk, and Aleisha smiled.
“So...you do remember. Yes, it was on this desk, Julian.”
    He closed his eyes to try to block out the image, the
memory, but it was no use. It was just after she had finished
testing the sex machine. She had been the very first test subject
for his newly completed machine. He had put up a tiny online
advertisement offering to pay a few thousand dollars for someone to
test his sex machine for just a day. He'd thought no one would
respond, but she did. The machine had worked on her just fine.
Excited and ecstatic at the success of his first experiment, he had
yielded to her suggestion that they celebrate with a few drinks. He
had opened a bottle of wine, and another, and after more than a few
drinks, Aleisha had climbed onto his lap and...one thing led to
another. Files were pushed off his desk, and zips and buttons came
undone, and they'd had sex right here, in his office, on his desk.
    Julian opened his eyes to see Aleisha sitting on his
desk, almost at the exact spot where she had lain.
    He swallowed hard, his throat too dry and tight. “I'm
sorry,” he told her quietly. “I shouldn't have...it was
a mistake.”
    “ Oh?”
    “ Yes, it was my fault. I'm truly sorry. It
was...” Julian stopped abruptly. Was he insulting her more by
apologizing? The alcohol had messed with his mind and his memory,
but if he recalled correctly, she was the one who had suggested
opening yet another bottle of wine and had initiated everything. No,
he was not trying to absolve himself of blame, but she hadn't seemed
unwilling. She had started touching him, climbing all over him,
undoing his shirt, his pants...undoing him entirely. Shit! What had
he done? What could he do now? What did she want from him? Had he
wronged her? Was he hurting Sophia?
    The last thought hit him like a sucker punch to the gut.
He wanted to protect Sophia, shield her from any kind of hurt and
pain. But what was done was done. He could only try to make
things...not right, just less wrong.
    He had written out a check to Aleisha for more—much
more, than the agreed sum. He remembered her kissing the check and
quipping as she left, “I haven't been