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whispered. “I think I’m free later but I’ll have to check.” Check with whom? Right. I sounded like someone trying to sound busy.
    I had a sudden flash of Theo making love to Odessa and I felt this wave of jealousy and envy that was so intense I almost made a noise. I felt my chest tighten before a sound escaped my lips. He was not mine. This was madness and a fantasy. An addiction. An addiction that a smart girl would give up. A smart girl would never walk on the other side of that bedroom wall and she’d give up on her new found habit of invading other people’s privacy.
    But Theo was hot and I’d dated Henry for a ridiculously long time, and I’d come harder in this fantasy world than I ever had with Henry. Maybe it was time to start doing the opposite of my inner voice. I wasn’t sure that little voice was so smart anyway.
    “I’ll hope to see you later then, neighbor,” Theo said, grinning and with that he left my door. I stood there for a moment in my robe wondering how much of what he’d said had been casual conversation. He was on an errand from Odessa after all. His lover had told him to invite the new neighbor. And wasn’t one of the cardinal rules of having a party to invite everyone who lives within earshot of your place? She had to invite me or risk noise complaints. For all she knew I was some nosy parker who’d call the police at a moment’s notice.
    No, you’re a nosy girl who eavesdrops on their sex games every night, a little voice inside me whispered. And if you step foot inside their door you’ll give yourself away.
    I closed my apartment door and laid down on my futon opening the invitation.
    Please join us. Explore. Experiment. Enjoy. The games begin at 9:00 p.m.
    9:00 p.m. And what exactly did they mean by games?
    I held the thick white card running my fingertips over the slightly raised print. Explore. Experiment. Enjoy. Wasn’t that exactly what I’d been doing from the moment I’d moved into this building?
    My phone beeped. Cara following up to see what take-out she should order tonight.
    I wrote back. Feeling sick, going to read a book and go to bed early. Call you tomorrow.
    I got out of bed and opened my closet. I needed to find something to wear. I had plans.
    What does a girl wear to a party hosted by a couple that has amazingly hot sex and has promised a night to “explore, experiment, and enjoy?”
    I laid out a few different options on my bed. I’d worn a conservative and appropriate little black dress to so many of Henry’s law functions. I’d dress it up or down with rhinestones or sexy stockings but the whole dress screamed I’m appropriate, I’m good. I didn’t want to be good tonight. I wanted to be someone else, someone different. The sad thing was my wardrobe had been built on the principles of classiness. I didn’t want to show up next door looking completely trashy, but I wanted something hot, something that wouldn’t disappear into the walls.
    I rejected two other dresses, a capped sleeve red dress that looked matronly, a navy blue strapless because it was navy. I tried on pants and a sequined halter. I had about given up when I remembered a red dress that Cara had bought and given to me because she’d bought the wrong size on sale. It was much too small for her.
    Still in the bag in the back of my closet, I was amazed I’d held onto the dress. It was a stretchy satin that was normally about a size too small even for me, but since I’d been on a heartbreak diet, I slipped into the dress noticing the zipper on the side slid up just fine. It had a plunging neckline and a built in bustier that pushed my breasts up creating more cleavage than I thought possible.
    I stood in front of the full-length mirror and slipped into a pair of silver sling back heels. Holding my hair up I piled it on top of my head into a loose bun, tendrils framing my face, then I let it down so my hair reached past my collar bone. It covered the straps of my dress. Definitely