‘Amy, what are you doing?’
I was sitting naked on his loo with his laptop. It was 4 am and I’d only met him the night before. The question was reasonable.
He’d remembered my name, which was cute.
‘The edits on the new Archer,’ I answered, without looking up from the screen. ‘He’s not mine, but a friend called in a favour.’
I saved my work to the cloud, trying to remember if he had been a guest at the book launch, in which case he’d know what I’d meant by ‘the new Archer’, or a member of the bar staff. One quick glance at him confirmed it for me. He was standing there completely naked – tats, six-pack, stubble, enormous package – definitely bar staff.
‘What? How’d you log in?’
‘I’m on as a guest. Don’t worry,’ I said, logging out and closing the lid, ‘I haven’t been going through your porn collection. I mean I would have been, but I couldn’t get in. Go back to bed. I’ll let myself out.’
‘Are you going?’ he asked, stepping forward and taking my hand in his.
I handed him the laptop and looked up. Nope, I couldn’t for the life of me remember tattoo boy’s name.
‘If I stay, can I take a photo of your cock for my blog?’
His cock stirred and he smiled.
‘Check your phone. You took a million already.’
And so that is how it is with me. I’m an insomniac. I drink way too much. I take naughty pics. I like to fuck strangers. And I’m a workaholic who will edit books on any computer I can break into.