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Saturday July 24

This morning, while my eyes were about to open, I felt Matt breathing against my neck. I was getting very turned on when --

"What's that bruise?" he inquired, touching my hip gently.

"Oh, " I mumbled, "It's a long story. Allison ..."

"Allison?"

"... accidentally pushed me. I bumped into a table."

"When?"

"I don't remember!" I shot back, turning away.

Regretting the outburst, I sat up. My thighs were damp and I was frustrated but he was already out of bed, heading for the shower. Was he trying to trick me into talking -- by exploiting my craving for an orgasm?

Nancy Chan: Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl appears in Health & Body every Monday and Thursday. + About Nancy Chan: Diary of a Manhattan Call Girl -- with links to all chapters to date. + Read the Diary from the start.

Later, he interrupted my coffee ritual, caressing my neck -- a portion of me that is strictly off-limits at work. The clients I come with -- I still won't let them kiss my neck. It's more intimate than any other kissing: He has no idea how special this is. I felt Matt toying with my face, my breasts ... I was ready to make up.

"I thought you said Allison had moved out of New York."

"She came back for a visit."

A bossy tone took over as he reached into my bathrobe. "When was that?"

"Why are you so curious about Allison? You're asking a lot of questions!" I pulled back and violently closed my robe.

"Hey, calm down, " he said, "It's you I'm after -- not your blond girlfriend."

All of this was forgotten when we arrived in East Hampton, late for the BBQ fundraiser -- billed as a "friendly grilling" in Hillary Clinton's honor. Matt's boss, Pam, is such a Hillary fan it's scary. She even looks like her -- a richer, thinner version: the first lady on cocaine. Matt says she's a far better schemer, too.

We ended up at a table sipping sugary caipirinhas with Matt's older sister, Elspeth, an abrasive but pretty assistant prosecutor, and her husband Jason, a mergers and acquisitions lawyer.

Inevitably, talk turned to "Eyes Wide Shut."

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