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Excerpt :

As the sky lightened with the rising of the twin suns many hours later, Phoebe crept out of the large, comfortable lodging Michael had taken her back to. He had mentioned during their hours together he shared the place with his two brothers, explaining it’s enormous size.
Phoebe had been slightly cautious in the beginning, not wanting her screams of pleasure to bring forth large brothers, grumpily awoken. Yet when Michael had recognized her restraint, had put her mind at ease.
And he had been correct, throughout the hours they had made love numerous times, the walls almost shaking a few times with their screams, she had not either seen nor heard from either of them.
The lodging was fantastically set out.
Phoebe felt a moment of panic as she pressed the release on the front door; worried Michael might have locked the door from the inside. She had not woken him as she had dressed and left his rooms, not wanting any of the emotional goodbyes, or that awkward “morning after” scene.
She sighed in huge relief as the door swung open, and she pulled her sweats closer around her body in the chilly dawn air.
As she pulled the main door shut behind her, she felt a completely alien shaft of pain sear through her. She bit her lip, hesitated. She had had more casual affairs and one night stands than she could possibly count. It was expected in the modelling world, and throughout her years in the field as a merc she had even used her charms and body when necessary as a weapon. She was not some blushing virgin.
Phoebe fiddled with her mussed hair, wondering if she was doing the right thing in leaving. Phoebe blinked at the thought; shocked beyond words it had even entered her head. What the hell was so different with this man? This time?
Hundreds of times she had crept from a man’s bed before he awoke, a very small number of times she had even drugged him asleep, or tranqued him, so she could leave without recognition.
Sure, it might be seen as rude that she hadn’t left Michael a message, hadn’t even given him her full name, yet it wasn’t as if they were embarking on an affair, or romance. They had shared one night of spectacular sex.
Yet Phoebe still hesitated, utterly unsure of the complex mess inside her chest. She felt as if she should have shared some of the small, more intimate details couples shared with each other, not just the complements they had both lavishly divulged between rounds of scorching hot sex.
Three times, she mused silently, standing stock still on the front steps of the lodging, smiling stupidly to herself. Idly, she began for the second time this morning to stretch her legs to try and work the kinks out of her smaller and less used muscles.
Three times in what? Four hours tops?
It couldn’t possibly be later than seven in the morning, and really, she had work to do. Phoebe straightened her back, did a few leg warm ups and looked up and down the street. She bit her lip, and for the first time she could ever recall in almost any situation, she looked back. Phoebe looked behind her at the comfortable, welcoming lodging she had spent a few short hours in. She looked back and in her mind’s eye could see Michael asleep, sprawled elegantly in his bed, naked as a jer-bird.
Phoebe shook her whole body, warmed her muscles up and bounced on the balls of her feet, put off the moment she had to step down off the front step of the only place she had ever felt was a home.
Phoebe mentally berated herself. She seriously doubted Michael would be impressed to wake up with her next to him, would simply say a few polite words and lead her to the door and kick her out ever-so-politely. Even though it ached inside her to leave like this, neither did she want to hear him tell her it was time for her to leave and he to get back to his work, or his “real” life.
Phoebe looked up and down the street once again to get her bearings, and noticed the Candy-Bar Eatery on the far corner. Recognizing the eatery, she knew pretty much where she stood and turned in the other direction to head back to the recpark and lake.
It was time she got back to work. Much as she cherished the previous four hour’s worth of memories, she now, in the new light of day, seriously doubted that this man was the new direction of her life she had sensed earlier in the evening.
Men always came and went. Work was what stuck with her. Whether it be modelling, spying or being a merc for hire, work was the constant in her life, not people, not men.