option. She had the looks and, thanks to her trip to the Simon Simmons show, she also had a good prospect.
Sarah's idea about blackmail was foolish. She couldn't prove anything had happened. Simon hadn't worn a condom, which seemed like a mistake to Cassandra now. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant, a man like Simon Simmons wouldn't risk that - she assumed he'd taken other precautions. But STD's were everywhere in this city.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary though, so she let that idea go. Cassandra smiled to herself. She knew how to get with Simon. He was a man after all, an aging man, and alone. How could he not go for her? She was young and pretty. Plus, Simon damn well knew she was willing.
After the call to Daphne Carter, Chris left and Simon went up to his suite. He was relaxing, watching TV, having a drink when there came a knock at the door. This was unusual for the middle of the day. Simon walked to the door and put his eye to the peephole.
Just beyond the door was a Mexican girl who looked vaguely familiar. It took a couple seconds to remember where he knew her from. It was too soon for her to claim to be pregnant, which was impossible anyway. Simon had had a vasectomy years ago. He opened the door.
"Hi," Simon said to her, still unable to remember her name.
"Hi, Simon. May I come in?"
"Sure," he stepped aside. "What brings you around?"
"I wanted to see you again."
"Well, here I am. What can I do for you?"
"I had fun the other night."
"Me, too. What can I do for you?" Simon asked again.
"You cut right to the chase, don't you?"
"Fastest way to get through the day."
"I just... I missed seeing you," she said.
Her name was Cassandra, Simon recalled, finally.
"Care for a drink, Cassandra? Rum and coke, if memory serves?" Remembering the drink was easy since Simon had made an inward joke to himself that it matched her skin tone, which it didn't.
"Look at you! And here I thought you didn't remember me."
"Of course I remember you. It was quite a night," Simon smiled, beginning to want a second helping.
Cassandra watched him mix the drinks, "I thought we could have dinner sometime."
"I'm sorry. I don't date," Simon said.
"What do you call what we did the other night?"
"I call it fun. But I don't go out with women. I don't go out at all, actually."
"What if we had dinner here?" Cassandra asked brightly, trying to keep things upbeat.
"Room service?"
"Sure, whatever," she smiled.
Simon sucked his teeth. "I'm set in my ways," he said.
"Don't you like me?" Cassandra asked.
Simon handed her a drink, "Sure I do. Why?"
Could he really not see the connection? Cassandra was rapidly losing hope of finding a way into his life; her options evaporating before her eyes.
She took a big swallow of her drink. Simon smiled.
"You know I'm seventeen?" Cassandra blurted. She immediately regretted it.
"You are?"
She nodded and finished the drink with a second swallow.
"Fucking Chris," Simon muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing, never mind. You should probably go."
Simon's words pricked her. Her shoulders slumped and she said, "I don't want to go. I want to do what we did the other night."
"I can't," Simon said, not liking this abrupt turn in his day.
"You can... You did !"
"I won't then, whatever. Time to go."
Simon grabbed her arm and tried to lift her. Cassandra wouldn't move. His utter coldness toward her was too much. Another unkind move and the tears would come. She could feel them collecting just behind her eyes.
"Time to go now !" Simon tightened his grip and pulled her to her feet. Cassandra let out a shriek.
"Get your hands off me," she shouted.
"Calm down!"
"Don't you ever touch me!"
Cassandra was screaming now, loud enough for anyone outside to hear. The tears started, dragging long lines of mascara down her face.
"You're not even a man," she said. "You know that? Couldn't get it up!" It wasn't true but Cassandra didn't care. With her feelings lying trampled on the floor she would have
Sarah's idea about blackmail was foolish. She couldn't prove anything had happened. Simon hadn't worn a condom, which seemed like a mistake to Cassandra now. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant, a man like Simon Simmons wouldn't risk that - she assumed he'd taken other precautions. But STD's were everywhere in this city.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary though, so she let that idea go. Cassandra smiled to herself. She knew how to get with Simon. He was a man after all, an aging man, and alone. How could he not go for her? She was young and pretty. Plus, Simon damn well knew she was willing.
After the call to Daphne Carter, Chris left and Simon went up to his suite. He was relaxing, watching TV, having a drink when there came a knock at the door. This was unusual for the middle of the day. Simon walked to the door and put his eye to the peephole.
Just beyond the door was a Mexican girl who looked vaguely familiar. It took a couple seconds to remember where he knew her from. It was too soon for her to claim to be pregnant, which was impossible anyway. Simon had had a vasectomy years ago. He opened the door.
"Hi," Simon said to her, still unable to remember her name.
"Hi, Simon. May I come in?"
"Sure," he stepped aside. "What brings you around?"
"I wanted to see you again."
"Well, here I am. What can I do for you?"
"I had fun the other night."
"Me, too. What can I do for you?" Simon asked again.
"You cut right to the chase, don't you?"
"Fastest way to get through the day."
"I just... I missed seeing you," she said.
Her name was Cassandra, Simon recalled, finally.
"Care for a drink, Cassandra? Rum and coke, if memory serves?" Remembering the drink was easy since Simon had made an inward joke to himself that it matched her skin tone, which it didn't.
"Look at you! And here I thought you didn't remember me."
"Of course I remember you. It was quite a night," Simon smiled, beginning to want a second helping.
Cassandra watched him mix the drinks, "I thought we could have dinner sometime."
"I'm sorry. I don't date," Simon said.
"What do you call what we did the other night?"
"I call it fun. But I don't go out with women. I don't go out at all, actually."
"What if we had dinner here?" Cassandra asked brightly, trying to keep things upbeat.
"Room service?"
"Sure, whatever," she smiled.
Simon sucked his teeth. "I'm set in my ways," he said.
"Don't you like me?" Cassandra asked.
Simon handed her a drink, "Sure I do. Why?"
Could he really not see the connection? Cassandra was rapidly losing hope of finding a way into his life; her options evaporating before her eyes.
She took a big swallow of her drink. Simon smiled.
"You know I'm seventeen?" Cassandra blurted. She immediately regretted it.
"You are?"
She nodded and finished the drink with a second swallow.
"Fucking Chris," Simon muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing, never mind. You should probably go."
Simon's words pricked her. Her shoulders slumped and she said, "I don't want to go. I want to do what we did the other night."
"I can't," Simon said, not liking this abrupt turn in his day.
"You can... You did !"
"I won't then, whatever. Time to go."
Simon grabbed her arm and tried to lift her. Cassandra wouldn't move. His utter coldness toward her was too much. Another unkind move and the tears would come. She could feel them collecting just behind her eyes.
"Time to go now !" Simon tightened his grip and pulled her to her feet. Cassandra let out a shriek.
"Get your hands off me," she shouted.
"Calm down!"
"Don't you ever touch me!"
Cassandra was screaming now, loud enough for anyone outside to hear. The tears started, dragging long lines of mascara down her face.
"You're not even a man," she said. "You know that? Couldn't get it up!" It wasn't true but Cassandra didn't care. With her feelings lying trampled on the floor she would have
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