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first one I open is from my mom, asking about dinner this weekend. I text her back that I’ll be there and make a mental note to freshen up the color of my hair and nails before meeting with her. She’s always been so judgmental. I don’t want to give her any more reasons to pick at me.
    The next messages are all from the same number, and it’s one I don’t have saved in my phone.
    -It was wonderful seeing you tonight, Annaliese.
    -I meant what I said about you.
    -Are you ignoring me?
    -Come to me. Tonight. 555 E. Bellmont. –AC
    What the hell? AC.... Adam Callahan? No... he couldn’t have my number. I never exchanged it with him. Even if he did, he isn’t crazy enough to chase down someone like me when he has plenty of other women falling at his feet. Especially when someone like me made it very clear she doesn’t play games with someone like him.
    There’s a missed call from his number, too. Looks like it came through in the middle of his texts, right before he sends me the one asking if I was ignoring him. I’m smiling, not because he’s paying attention to me, but because he honestly thinks he can throw his money in my face and it’ll make me fall to his feet.
    Sorry, think again buddy.
    I turn my phone on silent and plug it in, setting it on my nightstand and lay down in bed. As soon as I hit the sheets, I curse to myself, remembering I completely forgot to change into my pajamas and now I’m way too lazy to get up and do so. Instead I lay there and awkwardly strip off every layer—panties and all. I toss my clothes on the floor, spent, and decide it probably would have been easier had I just gotten up. Hindsight’s twenty/twenty, right?
    I slide under my satin sheets and roll into my pillows. I momentarily forget that Adam was here last night, sleeping on my pillow, until I take a breath in and his scent fills my nose and assaults my senses. How can one scent get me so horny? One scent from a man I’ve only met a little over a day ago. One scent, and I’m a goner.
    Lying in bed, completely naked, my thoughts drift back to the night before. The night I spent screwing Adam Callahan in this bed. On our counter in the kitchen. It was just a day ago but it feels like forever since he had me. My hand slides down between my legs and I let out a sigh as my fingers find my already wet slit. Pushing a finger inside, I pull it out and wet my clit, rubbing and pressing slowly in small circles. My other hand moves to my nipples and pinches softly and I groan as I feel my orgasm building. I close my eyes picturing Adam on top of me last night, pushing into me with all of his hard length. My fingers abandon my nipples and I reach into my nightstand to grab my vibrator. Pushing it inside me and turning it on, I thrust it slowly until my orgasm is close enough to reach, then pull it out and press it onto my clit, immediately sending me into one of the best vibrator-induced orgasms I’ve ever had. My fingers and toes go numb and my legs are still tingling when I let the vibrator fall to the bed and close my eyes. I tried my hardest, but I still can’t get last night’s memories out of my mind.
    I fall asleep, still utterly unsatisfied, breathing in his scent with every breath. Before I fall asleep, I hear my phone buzzing on my nightstand, but I’m so tired I choose to ignore it until tomorrow. I know it has to be him. And he can wait.
    ***
    It’s nine in the morning before I finally roll out of bed, but I’ve already been awake for hours. The daunting task of more applications to be filled out for a teaching positions is ahead of me today, and I’m really not looking forward to it. So far I’ve filled out about twenty and have yet to hear back from anyone. I realize many schools don’t hire until a week or two before school starts, but I’m holding hope still that I’ll be one of the lucky ones chosen before crunch time. I’m also still waiting to hear back from my certification test I took, since finding a