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A grunt, a groan, and a sudden grab of her breast jolted Maya awake with an odd force.  "What the fuck!"  Maya yelped, as she ripped away and fell out of the bed.  The carpet might have been soft, but her bum was sure to have a bruise from the sudden introduction with the floor.

"Who the hell are you?"  A guy asked, as Maya found her feet and stared at the bed in the darkness.

"What are you doing in my room...and in my bed?"  Her frown took its place where she already had a wrinkle from all her worrying.  Luckily, the room was only softly lit by the living area's light pouring in and she knew the thing wouldn't be seen.

"You're in my room," the guy said and flipped on the bed lamp.  "Whoa..."  He looked awkwardly confused at Maya and she stared back at him, with her hands on her hips, as she took on an angry stance.  The lanky, muscular guy was far from what she expected to see so late after midnight, but he was awfully attractive and she struggled to feel afraid, even as her logic was yelling at her to run.  The look on his face at that moment was even less fitting; he looked aroused, confused and completely pissed off.

"Why are you staring at me like that?  And get out of my damn bed, would you!"

He got up and stood taller than the average fighter, yet his body, with the well-toned muscles, suggested that he was a fitness freak.  Taking a deep breath, he walked to the build-in closet and grabbed a complimentary robe from the hanger.  "Maybe put this on, then we'll figure things out."

"What?"  Maya looked at the robe and suddenly the grogginess dissipated.  "Oh, shit!"  She grabbed the robe and swung around, as she felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment.  Her habitually au natural sleeping, had been momentarily forgotten when she had awoken with the somewhat arousing jolt.  Almost too embarrassed to turn and face the stranger, relief came over her when he finally spoke.

"So...I'm Trevor, nice to meet you."  He said, but tried keeping his eyes low, as Maya turned around.  There was a bulge in his boxers and his hands seemed like they hovered in front of the area.

"Maya, and you as well...I guess."  Pouting her lips, she saw his perfect body could easily be described as that of a gladiator's.  Lean muscles wrapping his torso in a blanket of masculinity and sex appeal, while his legs in the short boxers looked like he could support just about anything.  You are at a damn MMA tournament, genius¸ she cussed herself, truly trying to avoid analysing his package any more than she should.

Eye contact, almost silvery eyes stared back at her, but his head was shaven and that wasn't something she found extremely exciting, so her eyes turned back to his body.  His entire left arm and pectoral was tattooed with what looked like a steampunk version of the anatomy.  Steel plates, wires and real muscles depicted something quite fascinating.

"Are you one of those complementary chicks the tournament organizers give the fighters?"  He blatantly asked.

She took a moment too long, as she felt her face turning dopey.  "Wait...what?"

"You know...they give girls who are truly just whores pretending to be fans.  You do fit-"

"Hell no!  And fuck you for assuming that," Maya said, tugging the robe tighter over her chest and shifting her weight to her other leg.