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    Tito: lol. Okay.
    Me: I need you to do something else.
    Tito: I don’t think I’m going to like this.
    Me: Grab the violent one’s phone. And don’t say you can’t. I’ve watched you steal over a hundred wallets and other things back in the day. Hand the phone to Pierre. He’ll be heading your way as you take Red’s friends to the roof.
    Tito: You’re making me worried.
    Me: Usually, that’s a good thing.
    I switched over to Pierre’s name on my contact list, told him to get the phone from Tito, and bring it to me as soon as possible. It was only then, when I finally opened the door, rushed down the stairs, and headed to my own private gallery on a quiet section of my penthouse.
    It barely took ten minutes as I bustled through the crowd of party-goers in my smoky living space. By the time I arrived at my private gallery, Pierre was standing in front of the entrance with the friend’s phone in hand.
    “Damn!” I grabbed it from him. “Tito broke a record this time.”
    A frown spread over Pierre’s face.
    “What?”
    “The stealing of her friend’s phone, is a bit over the line for courtship, don’t you think, sir?”
    “This isn’t a courtship. It’s my usual thing. I’ve always enjoyed the hunt. You know that.”
    “This doesn’t feel like one of your usual hunts,” he said.
    “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “You seem a bit. . .”
    “Just say it.”
    “Obsessed.”
    “Thank you, Pierre.” I took the phone from him. “I’ll contact you when I need you.”
    “Sir—”
    “I have everything under control. She’s just another chick I’m trying to see naked, nothing more.”
    “You’ve never spent this much time on any woman.”
    “She’s harder to get to than most.”
    “Perhaps, that’s what makes the chase more eager to you, or maybe it’s that you both have a shared interests in graffiti art.”
    “Neither. It’s her boobs.”
    Pierre gave me a knowing look. “Okay, sir. I hope this works out for you.”
    “It will. Oh yeah, and do one more thing for me.”
    “Sir?”
    “Go back to the table that they were at. Red should be there. Escort her to the gallery.”
    “Would she come with me again?”
    “She will. Trust me.”
    “O-kay, sir.”
    As Pierre walked off, I undid the lock screen with a thumb swipe and spotted two missed calls from the same number, one I knew to be Red’s. Digits I’d paid a lot of money to discover.
    Pierre might be right. I have spent more time and money than usual on one woman. Why?
    In that moment, Red called the phone. It buzzed in my hand. Excitement hit me, then disappointment as I realized that she wasn’t calling me, she was dialing her friend.
    I pressed ignore and then typed in a text.
    Me: Hey, we’re in the gallery. Ask Pierre to show you how to get here.
    Red: Pierre, huh?
    I grimaced.
    Did I say something wrong?
    Me: What?
    Red: You said Pierre as if you were on a first name basis with him.
    Me: Oh. He’s nice.
    Red: Nice as in panty-wetting nice? Or nice as in cuddly puppy?
    How wet are your panties, Red?
    Me: Cuddly puppy.
    Hurrying into the gallery, I decided to take a risk, and type something else.
    Me: How did the commission go?
    Red: Don’t know. I was really high. I probably imagined all the sexual attraction in the air.
    Damn you. Then why did you run off?
    Me: You like him?
    Red: Who cares? I’ve no time for men. I’m still on my three year pause. No penis until fame and fortune.
    My cock twitched in my pants. She’d been sex-free for three years? That type of woman would be nice to have in my bed. One who’d saved herself for something more. Granted it wasn’t for marriage or God, but something I truly believed in, art.
    After I taste you, you’ll be happy that you waited so long. I’ll give you three years’ worth of anything your body needs.
     
     
     
     



The Big Bad Wolf

    Red
    F or the second time that day, I followed Pierre on a set of stairs. This time we went down instead of up. The