Of course you are

Whether or not anything was actually going to come of it or not you didn't know, but only a fool wouldn't take Maria Sharapova up on her offer to take you back to her place with her.

"Well, here we are," she tells you as you arrive at Maria's front door and walk in, Maria inviting you to sit on the couch as she goes to the nearest bedroom, prompting you to think that she may have been changing into something more comfortable.

"Are you ready for me John?" Maria teases you, to which you respond by saying you are, thought you're really not sure what you're answering yes to as of yet.

But when she walks back into the living room, naked as the day she was born, it's your jaw that goes to the floor, drawing a laugh from Maria.

"Have you any idea how many guys wish they could see this the way you are right now John?" she tells you as she makes the "hourglass" hand motion around her tight body, "now...come and get me."

"Don't have to tell me twice Maria," you tell her, making a mental note to call Hefner about getting Maria in Playboy, which you'll probably forget about after the second or third time you fuck her tonight, anyway.