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should’ve touched her in the first place.
    Why am I thinking about this shit when I’ve got a film to finish? A fucking film that still needs a fucking name. One-word titles are my signature. I love the way the right word can sum up so many things. Take Camouflage , for example. That’s the perfect title for a film about a man trying tofind out who he is without the uniform that has defined him. In this new film, Flynn plays an addict who hits rock bottom before scraping his way back to life where he discovers that everyone he loves has turned their back on him. We wanted to call it Addict because that summed up the story in a way that would be relatable to audiences around the world.
    But the studio rejected it as too simplistic.Like that’s not the whole fucking point. I fought for our title to no avail, and we’ve spent weeks trying to come up with something better. Flynn and I are so married to our original title that we can’t see our way to considering anything else. Just what we need so late in the production, and now we’re under tremendous pressure from the studio to name the fucker so marketing can do their thing.  

    Name the fucker. As if it’s that easy. Snap my fingers and solve a problem they caused by rejecting the perfect title for no good reason.  
    I scroll through images on one of three massive screens that I use to do postproduction work, usually in close collaboration with Jasper, my cinematographer, and a team of editors and sound technicians who add polish to what I give them. I’ve still got a lotto do, but I can’t find my usual zone. I do my best work after filming is completed, and a lot of people are counting on me to get it right. Yet all I can think about is the taste of Addie’s sweet pussy and the way it gripped my dick in a tight, hot fist of pleasure.
    My cock hardens as these thoughts pass through my mind, one on top of the other until I’ve checked out completely from what I wasdoing. As much as I might want to forget it ever happened, my brain refuses to go along with my plan, torturing me with images and memories and sounds I’ll never forget. I’m already picturing her in the playrooms in both of my homes. Oh, the things we could do…
    No. Stop. Not happening.
    I’m sorely tempted to whip out my cock and take the edge off. Only the possibility that I might not be completelyalone in the Quantum building stops me from acting on the sharp pang of desire. I had her five times, and it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough.
    But it has to be. I can’t do this to her, to our friends, to myself, not when I can never be what she wants, and she can never be what I need. It’s pointless and fruitless to have let this happen in the first place, but to continue it would be a recipefor disaster. I’ve had enough disasters in my life. The last thing I need is another one.
    My phone chimes with a text that I glance at, double-taking when I realize it’s from her.
    Where’d you go?
    Such a simple question with no simple answer. I stare at those three innocuous words on my screen for far longer than I should with everything else I need to do. Where did I go? I came to work, oneof two places in my life where everything makes sense. The other being Club Quantum, where I’m allowed to be my authentic self, the man the rest of the world has never seen—the man Addison York has never seen and will never see, if I have my way. And I always have my way. I lead my life by my own rules, and no one, not even precious, beautiful Addie, is going to change that.
    It’s better to puta stop to this before it gets started. It would be better still to have put a stop to it before I fucked her, but that ship has sailed now. There’s no going back to who we were to each other only yesterday.  
    Ignoring her text, I put the phone on my desk, telling myself it’s better this way.  

    I don’t hear from him atall on Monday, even though I know he received and read my text. I get up for work on