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“I’m going to miss you.”

He surprised me with that. “I’m going to miss you, too.”

“I know,” he said matter-of-factly.

I chuckled. “Oh, you do, do you?”

“Sure. Sex like that doesn’t come around every day.”

With that comment, I knew my mission was complete. “Good. Now I know you’ll remember me too.”

He squeezed me to him, and I sighed with contentment.

Before this year, I’d never thought sex for the sake of sex could be so satisfying.

But oh boy, was I wrong.

As much as I wanted to stay there all day, I couldn’t. I groaned as I pulled back from him. “Thank you for a great morning.”

“Thank you for a great year.”

I stood, nodding. “Yes, it has been.” As I pulled on my clothes, Corben watched me from the edge of the bed, and I had a feeling he wanted to say something.

I waited, hoping he’d voice whatever was on his mind.

Finally, I grabbed my bag and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Goodbye, Corben. It’s been fun.”

“Would you like my number? Maybe you could call me sometime?”

I chewed on my bottom lip. The idea of having sex on tap with Corben was so damn appealing, yet I knew at the same time it would screw with my brain.

For once this year, I forced my head to do my thinking, not my pussy. “No thank you.”

He nodded, and the sadness in his eyes startled me. “Good for you, Memphis Jane.”

“Thank you.” Without another glance in his direction, I headed out his door.

Chapter Twenty-One

Back in my room, I still had ninety minutes before my meeting. I ran the bath, and as the warm bubbles embraced me, I revisited my morning with Corben. I was deeply satisfied with how our relationship had ended. It wasn’t nasty, and I didn’t feel like either of us had been hurt by our actions. Instead, it was as if I’d found treasure at the end of an epic journey.

The bath water was nearly cold by the time I stepped out. I wrapped the towel around myself, grabbed my diary, and sat at my kitchen table. I turned to the 25th of November, and at the top I wrote Corben Willis, Room 11.

As I wrote about our break-up, I didn’t feel one ounce of regret.

What we’d had was special, but it had to end. Corben and I didn’t have a future together, and I was glad I’d discovered this now.

I wrote in great detail about our sex. The wild passion where I’d tried but failed to take charge. I wrote about what he did with his finger and how it had felt weird and uncomfortable, yet at the same time, there’d been something tantalizingly erotic about it, too. As I finished off my diary entry, I thought about my intention to give Corben the best sex he’d ever had, and giggling, I wrote at the top of the page, Mission Complete.

With a contented sigh, I closed my diary and sat it on my side table. It was time to get ready for my meeting. As I dressed in conservative work clothes and put my unruly hair into a tidy bun, I felt strangely complacent about the meeting. It was out of my hands now, and I was confident I’d handle whatever was about to happen.

However, my confidence didn’t stop the butterflies attacking my stomach, and by the time I rode the elevator down to the lobby, it was difficult to swallow. The doors opened and there was still no sign of Needledick. I strode toward the boardroom, and although I was five minutes early, I knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Richard greeted me with a smile, as did Romana and Brandi. It was a stark contrast to my last meeting with them, especially as neither of the Japanese gentlemen were there.

“How was your shift?” Richard asked as he pushed the door so it remained half-open. He indicated for me to sit.

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