God! That woman is enchanting. It's not like me getting speechless in front of women. But this woman really got through me.

I hate to see tears in her eyes. Who is the fucker that made her cry like that?

I sit back in my chair, a bit annoyed because that woman just ran away from me.

Ben keeps bubbling about his life and his daughter. I barely hear what he's talking about. And I notice her. She comes out from the restaurant to the left. That means she stays in the hotel.

"Ben, I think I'm tired. Can we finish the dinner?" I say impatiently.

"Sure," he says. "Finish your vodka first, son. We don't want to waste it right."

I drink the Vodka in a big gulp. All I can think is I want to see that woman again. Maybe I can talk to her. She was crying. Does she need help?

God! What is wrong with me? I can't believe myself. Since when I'm hyper aware of someone's feelings?

Ben and I go out from the restaurant. Suddenly, I feel hot and uncomfortable. I'm not drunk. It's just 2 shots of vodka. My alcohol tolerance is much higher than that. I can drink a bottle of vodka and still sober.

I guess I'm tired more than I thought. That explains my affection towards that strawberry blonde chick.

"You good, Ethan?" Ben asks me. "You looked flushed," he continues.

I open the top button of my shirt "I'm good," I say, even though my condition is far from that. The hotness in me bothers me.

"Ethan, you can't drive in this condition. What about if you stay in the hotel? Let me help you with the check in." He leads me to a couch and I sit down.

There is like a little hammer in my head, and an oven in my body. Something is wrong.

Ben comes back with a card. How come he got the room that fast?But my brain doesn't work right now. My mind keeps going to the strawberry blonde woman's body. Shit! I really need to take a rest.

"Let me take you to your room," Ben says, and he helps me to the elevator. "You should tell me if you are not feeling well Ethan."

I'm leaning on the elevator's wall. The coolness helps me to calm my nerves. But I realize my breath is getting erratic. I don't even bother to answer Ben.

We arrive on the floor. And Ben leads the way to the room. "This is the room. Go take a rest!" He helps me open the door. I let myself in and the door closes behind me. I barely hear Ben's voice saying his goodbye.

I need a cold shower.

By the way, why is the room light on? I haven't put the card into the slot yet. As I take off my suit, trousers and shoes, I notice someone is sleeping in the bed.

What the hell?

I try to focus and look closer at it. It's her. The strawberry blonde woman. I must be dreaming. I well aware I'm horny right now. It's been a while since the last time I had sex. 3-4 months? Maybe more than that. My work consumed me too much.

The woman moved a little, and now I can study her full face. She is sleeping like a baby. And I can't control my reaction to her.

The hotness in my body doesn't help. Making it worse, I climb on top of her. Me in boxers, she still fully dressed. I know I'm imagining this, and tomorrow I have to clean my shit. But right now, I don't care.

"Babe," I say huskily. I barely recognize my own voice, my body itchy to touch her, my lips itchy to taste her.

She opens her eyes lazily and widens when she looks at me. "Who are you?" She panicked.

And I don't know when my control slips away, but the next thing I know, I kiss her thoroughly, wildly. I don't even let her take a breath. It's like my life depends on this kiss.

I rip her dress off her body.

"I want you!" That's the last word I say to her before claiming her.

***

I wake up in the morning alone in the bed. But something is wrong. I'm naked, the bed tangled like there was someone sleeping next to me. And I can smell the apple scent from the sheet. I didn't realize I really like the apple's scent until now. So sweet.

I smile to myself for a while and then I realize something is not right. My head is still heavy with a hammer keeps pounding in it. I sit down and look around, more focus now.

Someone was here with me. And I try to remember what happened last night...

Dinner with Ben, I saw the most mesmerizing woman with strawberry blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. I was drunk. Ben checked me into the hotel room. I got in and...

Flashback...

The softest skin, the sweetest lips. We kissed and... oh shit!

She cried when I entered.. she was a... fuck me!

Please God, let that be my wild fantasy just because I haven't got laid for a while. I throw the bedcover on the floor hastily. I notice I am fully naked. I never sleep naked, I always wear my boxer. Shit! And I see it...

The blood... her virginity...

She was a virgin. I took her virginity. Why was she here? Who is she? More importantly, last night wasn't my wild imagination.

I rake my hair and close my eyes. So many questions in my head. But I'm not in a condition to analyze anything. The pounding in my head makes it harder to focus, not to mention that woman's scent in my bed. It keeps drawing my brain to last night. I need Advil and water.

And obviously a cold shower. A very cold one....