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Celestina. Of course. The jealous fiancée. I suppose to her I really am a whore.  
    “She had your phone?”  
    He looks out the window and shakes his head. “No wonder I couldn’t find it that night. I had to go to a dinner meeting without it.” He turns to face me again and puts a tender hand on my face. “God, Mickey. How awful you must’ve felt. I’m sorry. Jesus, I’m sorry.”  
    The feeling is overwhelming. He didn’t reject me. He never called me a whore. Everything that last happened between us still stands, completely unblemished. In fact, he was jealous of Chance. Violently jealous. He still wants me.
    My mind is racing and my heart flutters in my chest. I flash to that amazing moment in the janitor’s closet. The feel of his body. His hands on me. His mouth. Oh my God, his mouth. I want it again. I want all of him again. Before I know it I’ve thrown myself into his arms and press my lips against his. They’re soft and warm, and they open to me. For the first time ever, we’re kissing.  
    Lazarus’s breath trembles as he plunges his hands into my hair. I can feel his heart pounding powerfully in his chest. My hands press against him, eager to feel the firmness of his body. His hands are on my neck, my face. There’s no tentativeness in this kiss. It’s deep and breathy and hot and it sets my whole body on fire. When one of his hands slides over my breast I groan into his mouth. God yes. Touch me. Touch me everywhere.  
    I forget about the driver. I forget about everything. I throw a leg over Lazarus and straddle his lap. He exhales deeply as I press my core against his bulging erection. His hands grab my ass and squeeze.  
    His mouth lowers to my neck. “Oh, God, Mickey.”  
    “Hey! Love birds! Hey!”  
    It takes us both a moment to realize the cab driver is shouting at us. I pull back, dizzy.  
    “Take it inside!”  
    I realize we’re parked in front of my apartment building and the man is watching us in the rear view. Embarrassed, I scuttle out of the car while Lazarus fishes out his wallet and hands over several bills. Before the door closes I hear the driver laugh loudly and call out to Lazarus.  
    “All’s well that end’s well, right, pal?”  

Chapter Ten

    The climb up the stairs is surreal and strange. My head is swimming and my heart races. Lazarus’s hand is warm and strong, and it grips mine possessively. Like he’s mine. Like he’s mine.  
    “Does Celestina know about me, then?” I ask, even though I’m afraid it’ll kill the mood. I can’t lie. I want him to myself. I don’t care about hurting Celestina. I don’t care about her at all. In fact, I think I hate her.
    Lazarus is silent. When I glance at him his face is grave. Then he clears his throat. “No. Not really. She can’t know about you.”  
    “But she called me whore. She must suspect something.”  
    Lazarus sighs. “Just that you’re a potential…interloper.”  
    I stop on the landing and turn to face him. “Your chippy on the side.”  
    He cocks his head. “How’s that?”  
    “I’m your chippy on the side. That’s what I am. The girl you go to for…,” in spite of myself, I blush, “kinky stuff in the office or… sex in the janitor’s closet.”
    Lazarus stares at me. His eyes cloud with…what is it? Guilt? “Mickey, no…”  
    “It’s fine. Whatever. I just want to know my place.” It is not fine, though. Not fine at all. “Come on.” I turn and continue up the stairs, pulling him along behind me.  
    I fish out my keys and unlock the door to my apartment, hoping it isn’t too much of a mess. So much has happened since I left, I honestly can’t remember. Lazarus is stony silent, his sculpted jaw tense. Suddenly, I catch a vague whiff of his cologne, or at least I imagine I do. His smell. It’s intoxicating. I turn and lift my eyes to him. I know they’re doe-eyed and dopey and full of young lust. But I can’t help it. I am dopey and lusty. Lazarus