“How long would it burn if I poured tequila in my eyes to disinfect them and erase what I just saw from my mind?” she asks, and I see her all flushed.

“Not worth the pain,” I say with a huge smile on my face. “Sorry about that. I forgot you were coming.”

“How could you forget I was coming?” she shrieks and then stops talking when Mark comes out of my room wearing his black pants from last night and one of his shirts he forgot here.

“Karrie.” He nods to her, and she avoids his eyes.

“I didn’t see anything,” she says fast. “I mean, I saw this one”—she points at me—“on her knees, and I saw your chest.” She takes another shot. “But apart from that, I can say I didn’t see anything else.”

I laugh at how uneasy she is. “Karrie, he’s a meal only the fine can appreciate,” I say, walking to the kitchen to get a coffee. “Oh, she brought food.”

“This is …” Mark starts.

“The most uncomfortable moment of my life.” She finishes for him. “More uncomfortable than when I came over, and she asked me to inspect her vagina.”

“Oh.” I peek my head out of the kitchen. “Good news, it’s not broken.” I smile at Karrie who glares.

“Do I want to know?” Mark asks, and I start the coffee.

“No,” Karrie says, and I laugh.

“I thought you broke my vagina. I couldn’t orgasm for two months!” I yell from the kitchen while I pick up the boxes and set them in the middle of the table. “Are we doing mimosas?”

“Yes to the mimosa,” Karrie says. “And how are you just walking around in a kimono with not even a care in the world that I just walked in on you on your knees?” she asks. Going into the kitchen, she comes back with the champagne bottle and pops it. Then she takes a drink straight from the bottle.

“Sit down,” I tell him, and he walks over to the table and sits. I walk to him, and he puts his hands around my legs. “I’ll get you coffee.” Then I look at Karrie. “You need to relax. It’s human nature.”

I lean down and kiss his lips, and Karrie comes out with the orange juice and gets the champagne, and ten minutes later, I’m sitting down. “Well, I guess you’re wondering.” I look at Karrie, and Mark just leans back in his chair.

I open the boxes that Karrie brought, and she did not go wrong. “I am wondering all sorts of things,” she says, grabbing a piece of cheesecake and a fork. “But I’m also very afraid.”

“Markos, do you want me to order some eggs and meat? You need your protein.” I wink at him, and for the first time, he blushes.

“I’m still here,” Karrie says. “Right here.”