Amanda woke up the next morning as the sun streamed through the cracks of the cheap blinds of a motel room. She sat up startled unsure of her surroundings. Moving so suddenly made her head spin and then it felt like her skull was about to split into two. The pain was so intense she groaned out loud and closed her eyes again, squeezing them shut. Holding her hands over her face she unsuccessfully tried to wish the pain away. How much did she drink last night?

Memories began to surface in a series of flashes.

The storm.

The bar.

The man.

What was his name? He said his name was William. The words to that old Sheryl Crow song came to mind

"He said his name is William/ But I'm sure he's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy...and he's plain ugly to me…"

A sound coming from very close by drew her attention. Amanda's breath caught in her throat as she slowly removed her hands from her eyes and turned her head to the left. On the bed next to her was the man-William or Billy-laying on his stomach wearing nothing but a pair of black pants. Shocked, Amanda tried to get as far from him as possible flattening herself against the wall. He was half naked and she had on her underwear and a t-shirt that wasn't hers. Possibly his? What had happened? Did she have drunk sex with a complete stranger?

"Oh my God." Amanda said and covered her mouth with her hand. The man-William or Billy-lay so still he might have been dead. But then he turned his face toward her and she realized those Sheryl Crow lyrics didn't quite fit his description. This Billy was quite handsome. Yes she remembered that. She remembered thinking he was handsome. He bought her a drink and then the lights went out. What happened after that? How did they end up here? She looked around the room. She'd been in many cheap hotel rooms with Josie the summer they followed Rhianna across the country so she was well acquainted with the tacky decor. At least this Billy person could have taken her someplace nicer.

Gingerly, Amanda crept off of the bed trying not to wake Sleeping Beauty who looked like he also tied one on. When she was finally a safe distance from the bed, she began to look around desperately for her clothes. She found her pants. Thank God she had on her underwear, so once she found her shoes, she could get the hell out of Dodge.

Sleeping Beauty, no Sleeping Billy, she thought and would have laughed if the situation were different, stirred again and mumbled something that sounded like "Kim" in his sleep. And she remembered she gave him her fake bar name. At least she had the wherewithal to do that. Well before she was dumb enough to get drunk with a complete stranger. How could she have been such an idiot, drinking too much on the eve of the biggest and most lucrative case of her entire life?! Her head felt like it had been run over by an eighteen wheeler, who then backed up and ran her over again.

She was able to locate one shoe and saw the other one under the bed, right near where Sleeping Billy's arm was flung over the edge. As quietly as she could she tiptoed over to him and kneeled down, praying that he wouldn't wake up. At the same time, she couldn't take her eyes off of his magnificent physique. Amanda was not into sports, but this Billy character had the body of a triathlete or maybe a Tour de France long distance biker. He was tall and lean with not an ounce of fat on him and when he moved slightly she could see the muscles ripple in his back. In terms of drunken one night stands, she could have done far worse.

Whether they had sex was unclear since they were not completely naked, but there was no time right now to ponder the details. And she certainly wasn't going to question him. Her mission was to get out of this situation as quickly as possible before he woke up and there was some horrendously awkward morning after scene.

Perhaps it was a blessing that she couldn't remember exactly what transpired. She could chalk it up to a dreadful mistake and move on. She found her pocketbook and quickly vacated the room, closing the door softly behind her. When she stepped onto the pavement outside of the motel and got her bearings using the GPS on her phone, she breathed a sigh of relief. Checking her texts, she was glad to see that Josie didn't answer when she texted William Abbott's home address the night before. Good! She probably went to bed early and did not spend the night worrying about her. Amanda decided that other than explaining to Josie, she would just forget the whole thing. It's not like she was ever going to see Billy again in this lifetime.

Anyway she had more important things to think about like suing the pants off of a billionaire. She dropped her phone back into her bag and headed for her home while she was in Genoa City, the Grand Phoenix.

"Kim?" As soon as Billy Abbott woke up, he reached over to the other side of the bed ignoring the pounding in his head. He felt the empty space, then sat up looking wildly around the room. "Kim?" he called out again, but knew by the stillness he was alone. He stood on unsteady legs and made his way to the bathroom, which was also empty. "Damn!" he cursed. She was gone.

An hour and a half later he was back in his room at the Grand Phoenix, stepping out of the shower, still thinking about the mysterious, beautiful and terribly funny woman who he spent the night with when his phone rang. It was his mother. Even though he was hungover, and not in the mood to be lectured, he took the call anyway.

"Yes, mother," he said irritably. "If you're calling to lecture me again about my employment status, you're wasting your breath."

"Well good morning to you too Dear," quipped Jill. "I'll have you know this is one time I'm glad you've chosen to be unemployed. Your lack of a job means you're free to accompany me to Devon's today."

"Devon's why are you going to Devon's, something to do with Hamilton-Winters and Chancellor?"

"I wish it was something so pleasant. I told you a few weeks back Katherine's will is being contested. Some hot shot attorney is coming into town today to meet with Devon. He asked me to be there since I was very close to Katherine and also mentioned in the will. We've been trying to get hold of Tucker as well, but no luck. So I want you to be there."

"To do what? I'm not in any way directly connected to the situation."

"You know when it comes to business transactions, I can maintain my equanimity no matter what happens, but with this ambulance chaser challenging Katherine's wishes, I might need someone to hold me back from strangling the woman. Devon is too nice. We need a neutral party."

Billy chuckled. Even at her age, Jill Foster Abbott was still a force to be reckoned with. "Yeah, and I can imagine this attorney would love it if you went after her. Then she'd have a second lawsuit to file."

"Exactly, so you'll be there? The meeting is not until the afternoon."

Billy had planned on going back to the Empty Glass Tavern as soon as they opened to see if he could find out more information about his mystery woman, Kim. And perhaps find a clue so he could track her down. After the night they shared, he was determined to find her. It was a long shot, but that wouldn't stop him from trying-even if she didn't want to be found and he angered her. He'd apologize and never bother her again. He just wanted to see her one more time. Just once. She probably ran away out of embarrassment or maybe even fear. All night she kept saying, I never do this. I never ever do this…

"Yes, I'll be there," he said to Jill, then shortly thereafter ended the call. Right now his main priority was to support his mother. He didn't allow Jill to dictate his love life or his career, but otherwise he made an effort to be a dutiful son. He would postpone his plans to chase after the gorgeous and alluring Kim, who probably never wanted to see him again and instead attend the meeting with the scheming, greedy, no good attorney who was attempting to take away Devon Hamilton's money. A good man like Devon, what kind of crook would do such a thing?