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no reason to get
jealous. We met online and you don’t owe me exclusivity of any
sort… my reaction was all kinds of stupid on my behalf.
    Anonymous: It’s just that,
recently, I’ve been aware of my feelings for you. I don’t know how
to explain it. I love talking to you. I live for the rush I feel
when you send me a message. It’s frustrating and confusing for me…
that you have such control over me with your words. I don’t know if
that makes any sense. I’m incredibly sorry. I hope you can accept
my apology.
    Surprised and happy, Liz instantly
typed out her reply.
    How could I not forgive
you?
    No. She erased it.
    As the emotions washed over her, Liz
realized that what she wanted more than anything was to hold him in
her arms. Tell him that he had no reason to be jealous to begin
with, because she felt the same way. Hell, she had even set her
SilentMeet account on private; she used it for the sole purpose of
chatting with him. Plant kisses all over his face and tell him what
he’s done to her. Liz smirked. She knew exactly how to get what she
wanted.
    SweetStranger: Apology
accepted… if you meet me in Room 151 tonight at the
Marriot.
    SweetStranger: I have
specific requests of you tonight. If you acquiesce all of them
adequately, I may find it in me to forgive you.

She had never done this
before.
    She felt like a criminal, sneaking
around and waiting for a secret meeting. She wanted to see him and
understand his secrets. Liz had sent him instructions on where to
come, what to do, and how to do it in order to earn her acceptance
of his apology. She hadn't waited to see if he would agree or not,
mortified by the idea of being rejected.
    If he doesn't show ... at
least I have a nice room for the night. And a bottle of Chardonnay
to myself. A win-win situation if I've ever seen one.
    Now she lay sprawled across the bed,
wearing nothing but an old, over-sized T-shirt whose hem grazed her
leg mid-thigh. She had considered wearing the black lace lingerie
he liked, but she decided that she would have been too embarrassed
by her own foolish hopefulness if he never came. If he did come...
well, she had worked hard enough to achieve her figure that she was
quite comfortable being nearly naked.
    It was eight o' clock. Liz decided to
use the room to its fullest, reminding herself that she did pay a
hundred for the night. She poured herself a cup of wine, laid on
her stomach, and began flipping through the channels. She found
herself checking the clock every few minutes and mentally berated
herself for it.
    Eight-thirty. The nervousness kicked
in. She didn't have the slightest idea when he would arrive, if he
did at all. This fact made her all the more reluctant to check her
phone's messages. She stared at the sitcom playing on screen,
neither paying attention nor attempting to. She up-ended the
remnants of the glass and stood up to pour herself another
one.
    Suddenly, she heard a knock on the
door. Her heart leaped into her throat. Was he here?
    "Front desk," a soft male voice called
from outside.
    Liz sighed, irritated with herself.
She slid the remote into her hand and turned off the TV. Forgetting
the way she was dressed, she walked over to the door and opened it
to a tall man in a black hoodie.
    He pushed into the room. She caught a
glimpse of his smile underneath his hood. Before she could scream,
he grabbed her hands and pinned her to the wall, kicking the door
closed behind him. Gently, but firmly, he pushed her jaw up and
kissed her neck.
    "Stranger," he mumbled with his lips
against her neck.
    "You... you're... Anonymous?" she
gasped.
    "Stefan," he replied, grazing his
teeth against neck. "And you?"
    Liz tried to slow her breathing as he
continued his trail of kisses down to her collarbone. He smelled
like lemons. She tried to free her arms so that she could get a
look at his face, but he tightened his grip on her. How did he
expect her to reply while he was doing this to her?
    "Liz," she finally managed to