Getting fired and humiliated in front of everyone at my newly acquired secretarial job at Brookwood Financial Holdings wasn’t how I’d seen my day going. And then chaos—or maybe luck—ensued. I was set up on a blind date, shocked that my former boss was giving me a month’s severance, and had the perfect interview lined up. Maybe things were looking up for me after all. And although finding a man should have been on the bottom of my to-do list, I couldn’t get Pope—the uber-sexy blind date—out of my head. Sexy and confident—or maybe arrogant—he had me yearning for more with just a smoldering look and a smirk of his lips. But when a night of drinking led to getting in bed with him and having the wildest, most intense night of my life, I didn’t know if I should ask to see him again or do the good old walk of shame. And it was when I walked into my interview the next day and came face-to-face with my prospective employer that the reality of my situation sank in. Because there, sitting across from me with that devilish smile on his face, that knowing expression of what we’d done the night before, was the one and only Pope, my supposed one-night stand. Looked like my humiliation wasn’t over just yet. Formally titled "Wicked Bedmate". This story has been slightly re-edited and re-covered. If you previously read it, the story is the same.