Money, however, could not buy happiness, and material objects just could not replace what she was missing most in her life. A warm body in bed next to hers, companionship… Oh, hell, admit it. She missed sex.

Oh, God. Sex. The feel of a man's body pressed against hers, his hips between her spread thighs, his cock pressing against the lips of her vagina. Reading dirty stories and masturbating just wasn't satisfying the needs of her young body. For God's sake, she was twenty-five, not sixty-five, yet she was living like a shriveled-up old spinster.

"I need to find a man," she said aloud. "Nothing complicated, just a one-night-stand to scratch this itch."

She picked up her fork again, stabbing at a slice of beef and taking a bite.

That's not a half-bad idea, she mused. She didn't want to get involved with anyone right now, but what about a single night out? Find a good-looking guy, have wild sex, and say good-bye? Men did it all the time, adding more notches on their bedposts. Do that and he's a stud. A woman does it, and she's a slut.

She nibbled her lower lip. It's not as if she'd be prowling all the time looking for someone. She just needed to feel a warm body lying on top of hers for a few hours.

Excited by the idea, Cecile quickly forked a few more bites into her mouth. She wouldn't have to give a name or even bring the guy to her house. They could get a hotel room. Everything could be completely anonymous. Did they really need to know each other that well? Sex was pretty much a cut and dried affair. What was wrong with two adults consenting to mutual pleasure? People indulged in one-night-stands all the time.

She'd never had one, but there was a first time for everything.