Okay, I'll tell.
I only wish I could write it as well as I can visualise it. I cannot paste it as it is too long and out of context. This novel is a straight thriller, not S/F or anything like that.
Daniella and Morgan love each other and are housemates. Daniella was a prostitute five years ago when they met. Now she is a respectable lady. Morgan will not sleep with her, he has too many issues with her past.
They live in Los Angeles.
They are drinking and watching the TV. Morgan is on the sofa, Daniella is sitting on the carpet between his legs. Daniella's glass is empty, she intends to go to the kitchen for another bottle of wine.
"Is there anything that you need." She asks politely.
"While your down there." He replies, joking. She hears a clunk, followed by a tremor. She believes it's an earthquake. No, the Earth has stopped spinning, everything except for her is perfectly still. She paces the room and reasons with herself.
As his partner and a bonefide decent woman? Would she perform the act? Of course, she loves him so, Yes.
As the prostitute that she was, with no cash on the table would she perform the act? Morgan had saved her life. One freebie was the least she could do. So, yes.
Daniella kneels in front of him and undoes his fly. She can't do anything because time has stopped. While she is waiting for time to start, she has an epiphany. If today was true and if today were to be officially the beginning of their relationship then this would be the equivalent of thier first date. She flies in to a rage. What do you take me for!! She slaps him so hard, all the abuse that she has ever suffered, all the physical frustration of loving him for five years with nothing back goes into the one slap. The intertia and shock wave from her mighty blow flows through his body. There is a clunk followed by a tremor and the earth begins to rotate again... You're now back in the real novel.
Did I just say... Real novel?