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was Lily’s way to avoid having to deal with Annie’s tears, and to try to nudge her friend towards a healthy emotional state. It also meant Annie stayed clear-headed enough to help move Lily’s furniture.
    â€œIndeed. She probably has.”
    Mandy was staring at Annie, her mouth open in a lip-glossed O shape. The casual way she watched was irksome. Annie gave her a wink and ‘click-click’ from the side of her mouth– casual as hell –then swept away, sipping her drink and smiling at another colleague who was waiting to talk to her.
    Marty Boland put his hand on her waist . That could have gone worse, Annie thought. She suppressed the tears that tried to rise in her eyes as Marty grilled her about Sivu plant life and Kaamo iconography. Over Boland’s shoulder Lily was waiting, holding a mini-quiche and ready to calm her flustered friend if she needed it.

Chapter 5
    â€œMmmm.” Rain had slept with Mandy before but he didn’t recall her moves being so sultry.
    She rolled off his body and dropped her head in the crook of his arm. Rain smiled at the ceiling; the morning after getting some was always good.
    He remembered the words of a guy from school: “Prom is the best night to get it. The chicks have spent like, months planning to look good in their dresses and they want the validation, if you know what I mean. They’re thirsty and ready to lap it up. Validation and cum! Oh, yeah.”
    Was there truth in that? Last night as he’d rolled Mandy’s dress down he’d suppressed a smile. So much corsetry! And snippets of celebrity tape she didn’t quite manage to hide in her armpits.
    No matter… The tape came off with one rip and a roll of her fingers when she thought he wasn’t looking. Her body was stunning. Her skin was flushed all over with arousal and she was ready for a roll around in his bed. Her moves were slow and snake-like. She was one of those women who are always aware that the man is looking; they never completely relax.
    Probably didn’t come , Rain thought. Oh well–the views had been great. He had exploded between her legs and massaged her clit dutifully until she rolled off him, never quite giving in to the moment.
    Would she be up for something naughtier? Rain didn’t spring his kinkier side on a woman until he’d slept with her at least three times. And he always asked first. He didn’t want horrified dates bleating to his colleagues and sullying his reputation.
    Or running out in horror while I’m still hard. That would just be annoying.
    â€œWould you like some breakfast, Rain?”
    He turned to her with a grin, planting a kiss on her cheek and wrinkling his nose at the makeup still caked there. They had collapsed into bed as soon as they reached Rain’s loft, she unbuckling his pants, he covering her mango-flavored lips with tipsy, passionate kisses. Rain had left the bed only once more to turn on the bulbs of the magnificent chandelier that hung fifteen meters above them, on the ceiling.
    The sex had proceeded, with Mandy’s body lit by the shimmering bulbs. The lights sparked in and out of view as he fucked her. It gave her the look of an angel. Angel of sex . There was a moment when the lights caught her face–softly but absolutely clearly, evoking the light painted by a Renaissance master–and he gasped at the beauty of it. When she slid onto his penis the light changed again, haloing her breasts so they looked twice as big, while a shadow nipped her waist to a tiny speck. He sighed at the sexy poetry of it.
    Rain had let her work up and down on his cock, pleased she was a giver. And now he remembered the side benefit of sex with Mandy—her wonderful breakfasts.
    â€œYou know I do.” He wrapped her in a bear hug that she cut short, complaining about panda eyes. She pulled away, leaving a smudge of black liner on his chest.
    â€œFix yourself up then.” Rain watched her