ro

e in my apartment's cramped bathtub, doing my b

d me that I seemed stressed, and that I should try to unwind after work. So, on my way

ot allowed in my apartment-nor are candles-but I decided to give myself a pass on my landlord's behalf. I ordered some takeout and

nd has a free moment, my thoughts drift to

of that changing. After the rejection several days ag

e to speak

thoughts to men, and involuntarily, I find mysel

uring, fixed upon me. His thick, jet blac

ith a surge of jealousy if there's some other girl who gets to feel hi

fantasies. I indulge myself, thinking about the flawless Cupid's bo

es across it. Would he be gentle, or would there be a ferocity to the w

my legs, deft and strong, trying to

rousing to me. I find myself moaning quietly

to really get into it

plets arc across the room, splashing the mir

was just ge

yself in a towel, fluffy and fresh out of the

answers me. "

o. Still a little annoyed at the interrupt

of embarrassment-I'm wrapped in nothing but a towel-but there's no tim

ge. At least I

e door, crac

my yelp of surprise. It's not

ion the same severe, stoic mask I remember from the other day. If

ammering, "Oh, I'm-I'm sorry about t

el. My protective covering comes unwrapped and slips, and I ye

arting away, giving me time to secure the t

urning in me. He's just as attractive as I remembered. If anyth

ollect myself. "Sorry about th

address from your brother. Would you like

" I squeak ou

ing-wet, dark brown hair with the towel. I throw on a t-shirt and sh

eps over the threshold and peers around briefly

are at him, co

clarifies, "for the boy you

e must have spoken to Noah. Aft

. "Um, okay. What exactl

ostly just need some help," he admits. "I thought I could juggle everything, but I've been having troub

internships, I came across plenty of people with

don when I can't," Evans says. "Someone who unders

on, the buzzer rings again, and I jump up to

order from Stacey'

ay. "You can com

my mouth watering at the warm smells from the bag. I take it back to the coffee

, gesturing at the bag. "I

you." He walks forward to take t

en, his expression flat and almost confused. With his otherworldly good looks, the effect is u

ndwich, looking back at him. "So," I

session. Play with him, keep him occupied while I'm working." He pauses, then adds, "I should mention that t

" I say carefully. I don't want to turn down the opportunity, but I'm still un

pocket and pulls out a folded slip of paper, which he ha

y skin. It's all I can do not to yell alo

h, barely managing to swallo

ere as his expression. I don't get

oments, I say, "Well... in that case, I guess I

siness card. I take it. It's embossed, eggshell-white, with raised lettering-neat and organiz

dding, as he