A slight noise from a door slamming pulled me from my sleep. Through my still closed eyelids, I could guess that the day was already up. I stretched, the touch of the silky sheets almost made me moan with pleasure. Sheets, which smelled divinely good. Not the usual smell of lavender fabric softener that Danielle and I used. No, a more musky, more virile, more masculine scent.
What do you mean, masculine?
I straightened up quickly and looked at the room around me. It wasn’t mine! The soft sheets were black, the decoration had absolutely nothing feminine. But where was I? A glance at my outfit told me that I was in my underwear. The good news was that I was alone in bed. What was I doing in a stranger’s room, in my scanties? I remembered my evening from the day before, I was sure I hadn’t
