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Halfway through her second glass of wine, she told him she was on vacation to visit her sister. Well...that part was true. She also told him she worked in a theatre box office in London, which was sort of true, she had worked there when she was eighteen and waiting for her real career to begin.
But she was with an Italian-American guy named Joey Pescolloni...and although he was easily the most handsome man she'd ever shared tagliatelle con tonno e limone with, he was a little vague about what he did (‘a little this, a little that'). Somehow, it didn't seem a great idea to tell him her real profession — a British police officer. Detective Sergeant, to be exact.
Dinner developed into a neon-lit stroll to her hotel and a quiet drink at the bar; which in turn became a walk upstairs to her room, where the softness and generosity of his lovemaking shocked and surprised her. She reached her peak twice before he even entered her, and on her third time, when she heard herself cry out with sounds she'd never known herself capable of, he lost himself inside her.
Dangerous? Maybe.
Risky? Probably.
Unforgettable?
Yes. Completely, totally unforgettable.
“Just don't do the orgasm thing,” her sister had said.
Too late. Way, way too late.