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Chris was dreading that he had actually gone out on this date. Especially after meeting Rebecca. He shot down every glass of wine that was put in front of him to try and get rid of the feeling as he half listened to Jen (atleast, he thought that was her name) talk on and on about absolutely nothing. She was a cute girl, but really boring. Oh, well, he didn't go out with her to listen to her talk anyways. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only.

Finally, fed up, Chris interrupted her. "How about we get out of here?"

She nodded her head in response. Chris laid a few dollars on the table and they left, heading back to his hotel room.

Chris laid next to her, his breathing returning to normal. She was definitely a good fuck, but Chris still couldn't help but feel empty inside. His shoulder had been bothering him the whole time, but that didn't stop him from reaching his destination with Jen or whatever the hell her name was.

He sighed to himself as he realized that he had been thinking about Rebecca during sex. It was odd, because he was pretty sure that he had moaned her name during his orgasm. As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure he saw her face too. He cursed himself for being so stupid. There was nothing between them. No chemistry or bond. She's a trainer, she touches injured guys for a living. Of course she's gonna make you feel special.

But, yet, he couldn't help fantasize about those soft hands rubbing all over his body. Or him making love to her endlessly...

Wait! Make love? Chris laughed at himself. Now he knew that he had to be out of his mind. Oh no, he wasn't the soft type who "made love" to anyone. Fast and easy was how he always did it. If that was true, then why did he suddenly feel this way about her? He hadn't loved anyone since his relationship with Trish, which ended with her cheating on him with Jeff over six years ago. That's when he decided that women were nothing more than objects. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was just seeing Rebecca as an object, but only in a different way. He was not falling for her, he just wanted to have sex with her.

He smiled to himself at that conclusion. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

"Chris! Oh.." She yelled, wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Fuck! You feel so good". He groaned, thrusting deeper inside of her.

"Baby... I'm gonna come...oh CHRIS.." Her voice trailed off as her muscles tensed and she yelled as her orgasm took over her body.

"Rebecca!" He yelled as he came...

Chris woke up in a sweat. That had to had been one of the hottest dreams he ever had. So why did he wake up? He groaned, looking over at the clock. It was 3:30 in the fucking morning. He rolled over and noticed that that Jen girl was gone. He got up and went to the bathroom, splashing water onto his face to try and clear his thoughts. She was all over his thoughts. He didn't know whether to be turned on or frightened.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, for a second, he could've sworn that he had seen her lying on his bed. Then he blinked and she was gone.

'This is getting too weird'. He thought. He laid down and drifted off to sleep again. He had to settle the situation, but it could certainly wait until morning.

The following morning, Chris went back to see Rebecca.

"Hi Chris! What's the matter? Is your shoulder still bothering you?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm fine", he said touching his shoulder, "I just wanted to come by and see you".

She smiled. "Really? You mean, you took time out of your busy schedule to see moi?", she mocked, "I'm flattered".

"Well, yeah, I'm not that busy anyways". He teased.

She stuck her tounge out at him. She leaned against a big cabinet, her ponytail sitting on her left shoulder. "So, what did you come to see me for?" She asked.

'So I can fuck your brains out' He thought to himself. He cleared his throat to prevent himself from actually saying that aloud. "Well, I just wanted to know if you wanted to..uhmm..go out..uhmm..". He stammered.

"Oh, come now. Don't tell me that the 'Ayatollah of Rock N' Rolla' is nervous". She said, laughing softly.

Chris thought it was cute that she used one of his phrases. "Me? Nervous? Puh-lease". He said, smiling when she rolled her eyes.

"Then say what you wanted to say".

He smiled and started over. "Ok. I came by to see if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight?". He asked, relieved that he had finally said it.

She smiled. "I would love to Chris".

On the inside, Chris was doing flips. Hell, he was doing cartwheels, somersaults, and backhands. But, on the outside, he stayed calm, playing it cool. "Cool. What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"8:00 will be fine. And I'm in room 313". She said.

"Ok, I guess I'll see you at eight". He said, turning towards the door.

When he left, he practically skipped down the halls and Chris wasn't the kinda guy you'd find skipping, but he was so damn happy that he didn't care. He had a date with a beautiful, classy woman and if he was good and played his cards right, he could be getting lucky by the end of the night.