Could anyone?

She opens her eyes. Slowly. Her body feels heavy but warm. She smells like sex and coconut?

"Wha..." Claire Danvers opens her eyes to see that she is in a room that is not hers. A bed that is not hers. A much more extravagant bed than she is used to. She checks herself, realizes she's wearing nothing but a shirt much larger than her. She runs her hand along her lips and can still taste the black man who graced her earlier that day.

There have been tales of girls waking up in houses that aren't there's, either from falling asleep in public and a black man deciding to take them home. This was usually met with sex upon waking up, or even realizing that you've been fucked in your sleep. Claire's experienced this before. But she at least had memory of going to sleep. This was...new.

Very new.

All Claire can remember is being in King's office. With Selina holding her hand as her body soared to new horizons. Selina smiling the entire time before leaning into kiss her drooling mouth. King bending over and going full throttle, no hesitation as she begged for more. Even the memory started to make her white cheeks warm up. Did she fall asleep after that, did her boss leave her on a bus somewhere?

The mere idea made her heart hurt for a second before she clutched the shirt, recognized the scent. It smelled just like him.

"Oh! You're awake!"