Quentin Grant woke up.
He was a bit dazed. He sat up and found himself completely naked.
Just as he finished dressing, Catherine Callahan came out, stark naked.
"Quentin, you're awake?"
Quentin Grant's expression changed abruptly. "What are you doing here?"
"Don't you remember? You burst in here last night. I was sleeping, and you just grabbed me without a second thought— we, last night—"
He stood there, with no memory of what she was talking about.
He walked toward her, step by step. "Catherine Callahan, nothing better have happened last night. Otherwise, I don't care who you are, you'll die a horrible death."
But she just laughed recklessly. "What if I get pregnant with your child? Would you have the heart to kill me then?"
His hands trembled. He slapped her across the face with the force of a hurricane. "So shameless!"
