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Clay awoke with a mild hangover and a soreness in his groin that triggered a pleasant memory.
She’d said her name was Alyesha, but he suspected it was a fake name to avoid entanglements and muddy a*********s that might get back to hotel management. She’d left after only an hour, before her supervisor noticed her absence, but it had been a busy hour. The woman was adventurous and energetic—just the way Clay liked them—and he found himself wondering if she’d be on duty again that night. Assuming he didn’t bring anybody back from Dean Pershing’s party, of course. Typically, those gatherings featured more women than men, and the ladies hired for such evenings weren’t shy.
The hotel shower was pathetic, with low water-pressure and an unreliable temperature. Even the showers at the barrack
