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anything about a relationship? You act like that’s what I want.”
    His words cut through me, but we are ultimately on the same page, which is what I want. The door behind us opens and Sasha pokes her head out. “Oh, sorry to bug you, Arion, but the stupid espresso machine is broken again. Could you fix it?”
    I stand to head in and look down at Bain, sitting on the sidewalk looking up at me. I know I should just walk away, or say good-bye…but I can’t. “You coming in?” I ask him.
    Giving me a sly smile, he stands up now looking down at me and says, “You were taller last night.”
    “How would you know? I was on my knees,” I tease him and walk to the struggling espresso machine.

What is it with this chick? Within five minutes of being around her, my dick is at half-mast and I have to think about basketball to keep it under control. This is something I’ve never had to deal with.
    Standing inside of the Starbucks, I watch her interact with the employees and I can tell she’s the manager. I have to give her props for being able to work hard and move her way up at such a mundane job. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t find anything wrong with her working here. In fact, it intrigues me. Well, everything about her intrigues me.
    Watching her, I sit in an open chair trying not to let my mind drift. That’s ’til she bends over, and fuck – I lose it. There goes all my control, everything I’ve been working at. My cock grows as my thoughts turn to more. Staring right at her sexy body, I can almost envision what she looks like: nude, apple ass, and great legs. I can’t help, but automatically imagine myself deep inside of her. God, what I’d give to bend her over and bury my cock, fucking her with deep, long, slow thrusts, giving her all of me.
    She looks at me, interrupting my daydream and I turn my back, embarrassed. I should fucking leave, but I can’t. What my mind and body are saying are two totally different things. To hide my humiliation, I head for the restroom with as much speed as I can, trying not to look awkward. Fuck, it’s locked. I wait patiently, although it’s not an easy task. My fucking cock is hard. Taking my hands, I stick them in my pockets and readjust myself. Finally, the douchebag comes out and I sneak in, exhaling deeply and splashing my face with water.

    Lying on my bed, my gaze is drawn to the side of the Starbucks cup where Arion wrote her phone number, followed by a tiny heart. It took me a few minutes to pull my shit together at her work today before I could face her and I’m glad I did. Man, is that girl something else. Here I was, wondering if I should ask her for her number or not, and she just gives it to me. As I concentrate on her handwriting, I can’t help but think about how nice it feels to think of something other than Kinsey for a few minutes. Recently, Kinsey’s death is all that has consumed me. I let my dreams of the NBA fucking wither away. I’ve basically pushed away all of my friends and the life I once lived.
    My eyes feel heavy as I take long blinks, enjoying the cool air from the ceiling fan that is beating on my back. I feel at peace within myself. Thinking about Arion, I remember her lips, so soft and warm. I loved how she took full control and knew exactly what she wanted. Mmm, her mouth was so tight around my cock. I exhale, enjoying this moment.
    My cell phone rings and catches me off guard. Rolling over, I glance at the screen but it’s blank. Fuck, that’s not my phone – it’s Kinsey’s . Shooting off of my bed, I grab it off of my dresser where it sits on the charger all the time now. The name on the screen reads “Chase.” Who’s Chase? I think to myself, but I don’t falter too long and risk missing out on an opportunity like this. “Hello,” I answer in a sharp tone. My blood is surging; who in the world would be calling her?
    “Uhhh, is Kinsey there?”
    “Who the fuck is this?” I bark back.
    “Chase.”
    “Why the