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fuck off and leave my woman alone.
    My woman.
    The mere thought of protecting her and having her makes me
hard beyond belief.  Surely she must feel me prodding her in the back?
    Good.  Maybe then I can take her and we can flee from here
and straight to my penthouse and into my bed.
    No.  I can’t do that.  I must fight this urge to fuck
Melody, no matter how strongly I desire it.  Sex with her is wrong on every
level.  She loves someone else, and she’s an employee and we’re using each
other for a game of revenge.  I told her tonight was it - things would end
after the stroke of midnight and we would never set eyes on each other again. 
To take her back with me now would only open me up to tears and an obsessed
employee and maybe even a claim for sexual harassment.
    I must fight this urge.
    But with every second that passes, I find it harder and
harder.  My self restraint is ebbing away with her clutched in my arms, the
feel of her body against mine driving me into a sex craving monster.
    I’m haven’t felt this way about a woman in so long.  The
desire and tension she builds in me is something I’ve forgotten I was even able
to experience.
    She makes me feel alive and young and capable of anything.
    No.  I have to send her away.  If I don’t...
    Melody glances up at me and bites her lower lip.  Her tongue
darts out, so pink and wet, and licks over the surface.
    God, I want to taste those lips.  I need to taste them and
bite them and rip her clothes off and throw her on to my bed and push myself
deep inside her and fill her hard and deep and full.
    I dry swallow.
    Thank God Melody is standing in front of me.
    She scans the crowd and suddenly freezes.
    Does she feel me?  How can she not? My desire is so blinding
that I can’t think of anything else.
    “Richard,” she says.
    “You’re boyfriend?” I ask, anger and jealousy suddenly
burning me up inside.  This man once had Melody.  And I cannot.  That bastard -
how he can have someone like this under his command and have her want him and
then just let her go.  The fool.
    “Ex-boyfriend,” she says.
    “Where?”
    She eyes towards the bar and I follow her gaze, but I see no
one stood out.
    I must see this man with my own eyes.  He must be tall and
dashing and able to charm the pants off of any women he meets.
    God, why am I so jealous?  No, not jealous.  Jealously is a
weak emotion, something that shudders through beta males as they spend nights
sad and vulnerable and alone.  The sort of men begging to be used and devoured
by the strong.
    It’s not jealousy.  It’s anger.  And resentment.  And sheer
annoyance.
    I am a real man, so why the fuck should I help some fool get
back the prize he was too blind and stupid to appreciate in the first place? 
He doesn’t deserve her in his bed.
    I do.
    But if she loves him, then things are much more
complicated.  It would be dishonourable to take a woman from the man she loves,
even if he is disloyal scum.
    Melody removes my arm and starts to walk towards the bar.
    I grab hold of her arm and stop her.
    “Wait.”
    “Chase, what is it?  Isn’t this why we’re here?”
    “Why do you want to go back to this man after everything
he’s done?”
    “I have my reasons.”  Her smile fades.
    “But he hurt you and cheated on you.  He lied to you,
Melody.  He made you sob in pain.  How can you return to that?”
    She pauses for a moment then looks up at me.  “You really
think I have a beautiful voice?”
    Was she changing the subject?
    “Of course.  I said you did, and I mean it.”
    She swallowed.  “When I moved here three months ago, I met
Richard when I was delivering some papers to him at the Manhattan studio.  He
was with the band and discussing album cover designs or something, anyway, I
was waiting inside for a while and I started singing to myself.  I was trying
to be real quiet, but the band’s producer overheard me and wanted me to come
into the booth and sing backup vocals