Christian opened the door of his apartment and loosened his tie. He got rid of his shoes sighing on his way through the hall. He was sluggish and washed out and he only had one more wish for the day: a good warm shower. Maybe he'll call the pizza service afterwards to get a double salami pizza with all the trimmings. He simply didn't have any inclinations to cook today. He turned the corner into the bedroom and stood like a statue. He watched the young naked woman on his bed with his mouth open.

"Hello Christian! I was waiting for you," Abby welcomed him with a sensual smile.

"Get dressed!" He said gruffly. He reached for his bathrobe that hung from the chair and threw it out of the bed, "you're a spoilsport," and glowered while he slipped the white cladding on her, "you have the nerve to show up here after what you've done!" Christian said angrily.

"What have I done than?" Abby played the naive.

"Here!" Christian grabbed the note that she had left him in the morning and moved it back and forth in front of her nose, "I don't believe one word of it."

Abby laughed quietly, "you're right. Even such an untamed stallion as Christian Troy fails to manage keeping it up in a drunken stupor," she said grinning.

"How did you come in anyway?" Christian ignored her last remark, "I can't remember to have given you a key."

"Oh, that wasn't at all necessary. I told your janitor that I'm your new girlfriend and he was keen to open the door straight away," she grinned defiantly, "a nice guy nevertheless. He said he was really happy that after your awful break-up with..." She stopped for a moment to think... "Ah, yes-Kimber-you have found another adorable woman like me."

Christian rolled his eyes angrily. He must just be having one of those bad dreams and he would wake up soon. Abby had effectively annoyed him.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at her provokingly, "okay, tell me what you want and then get out!"

She suddenly let the bathrobe fall from her shoulders and she stood naked in front of him, "do you think I need more cosmetic surgeries?" She asked looking at him with teasing eyes.

"No, your body is perfect," Christian answered without looking at her.

"As perfect as hers?" Abby persisted.

"Who do you mean?"

"Kimber."

Christian felt as if he had a lump in his throat. All the buried feelings came to the surface just because he heard somebody saying her name. He shut his eyes for a moment, "I don't wanna talk about her," he said firmly.

But Abby didn't let it lie, "you still love her, don't you?"

Christian cleared his throat, "why do you think so?"

"You said her name while drunk."

Christian just stood there as if thunderstruck. This day was a bit too much for him. First the ghastly drunken night, then the news that Quentin was still alive, and now Abby's sudden appearance.

Abby noticed how shocked he was by her remark. She used his temporary bewildered state and she basically pulled him over to the bed. She started to slowly unbutton his shirt and undid his belt.

There had been weeks since Christian had slept with a woman in a conscious state and his entire body was missing it.

Abby sensed his need. She knew that it was only his body that she would get, not more and not less than that, and that he loved Kimber the same way he had before. But she also knew that she had a definite advantage over the other woman-Kimber was somewhere else, she was there.

She pushed him down onto the bed and sat on him. She pressed her lips on his mouth hungrily and buried her fingers in his thick, dark hair. She joyously noted that after the initial hesitation, he returned her kisses. She felt that after a while Christian's kisses became more and more insistent and his erection came to life. She let out a surprised cry as he suddenly grabbed her and turned her over so that he could half lie on her.

His breathing became heavy, he pressed his lips hard on hers as his hands wondered over her naked body. He contemplated for a moment if it would be best to stop, but it was a bit late for that. He watched Abby as she trashed her head from side to side in ecstasy and moaned quietly as he penetrated her. He could tell from her blissful smile that she didn't only pretend having an orgasm.

He pulled himself to the side exhausted. He never had any scruples not to take advantage of a one night stand or not to have sex with more women at the same time. He had been in bed with half of the female population of Miami and he had always enjoyed it. But this time it was different. His body got what it needed, however, he was still left with a feeling of emptiness and frustration.

"Was it as good as it is with her?" Abby asked quietly.

Christian stiffened. He knew now what he had felt so bad. He had the sensation of having cheated on Kimber. And to a certain extent that was true, even if they were not together anymore, "get dressed and out!" He said with a tone of voice that left room for no arguments.

"But why? I don't understand. Did you not like it?" Abby asked haggardly.

Christian stood up and put a shirt and trousers on in a hurry, "you got what you wanted. Now go!" He said coldly, "disappear from this apartment and disappear from my life and don't you dare coming here again!"

"You throw me out after everything that had happened?" Abby asked shocked.

"If you don't go by yourself."

Abby stood up reluctantly and put her clothes on, "you will be sorry for this one day Christian Troy!" She said foaming, "I won't let you treat me like that!"

"What are you gonna do? Get me arrested?" Christian laughed callously, "and to answer your question before you leave..." He looked into her eyes confidently, "nothing is as good as the original, do you understand? You're merely a trite kitsch," he rejected her scornfully. He skilfully stopped Abby's rising hand as she attempted to slap him in the face.

"You son of a bitch! You scum! Go to hell!" She shouted angrily.

"I won't say it one more time," Christian said with a dangerously calm voice, "you either go willingly or I make you!" He grabbed her arm even more fiercely.

Abby freed herself and went to the door. She was fighting with her tears. She turned back towards him slowly one more time, "I hope you get what you deserve one day!" She sobbed. She opened the door and left.

Christian sighed relieved. She was gone-finally! With a little bit of luck he will never have to see her again in his life. He drove his hand through his hair exhaling noisily before he grabbed the receiver and phoned for pizza.