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am," he said with a playful lilt in his voice. "So, should I put you down as my plus one?"
    Oh. My. God. I'd had dreams about this, but never in my wildest—
    "Kira, I asked you a question."
    I licked my lips. "I guess I could be persuaded."
    "Good." He leaned forward to kiss the back of my neck. "The pay will be more than enough for your trouble." He set a card with an address on the counter beside me. "You'll find me at that address. Arrive at eight o' clock sharp, and I'll show you around."
    "But what should I wear? How will I know who you are?"
    "Wear what's comfortable. As for my identity, let's just say I won't be easy to miss." He drew the robe away from my shoulder, kissed it and then backed away. "Eight o'clock."
    I nodded, which must've worked. The side door opened, then closed, albeit a little slower than usual. I smiled. I had a date. A real date. And it seemed just asking me out made him anxious as hell. It was kind of cute, but then reality set in. If I was going out on a date, that meant canceling my other clients, as there was no way I'd be able to give them my full attention.
    There was no way I could bring myself to be with anyone else until I saw him again.
    Hugging the robe around my arms, I headed into the living room to grab my cell. With any luck, I'd be able to reach my ex before he came knocking at my door. But after dialing his number, it went straight to voicemail.
    Shit. Knowing him, he was already on his way. Please, please for my own sanity, make this one of his better days.
    The last thing I needed was his usual bullshit at work to get me down. No way in hell I'm coming off this high any time soon.
    Hopefully he wouldn’t notice.

Chapter Three
    A fter changing into something more casual, I sat on the sofa and waited for my ex to arrive. I knew there was no sense in calling him again. He'd come even if I got through and told him not to bother. It still amazed me how desperate he was to have me back, or rather, to take me back. Thing is, I didn't break up with him.
    He was the one who had been unhappy, and yet here we were, still seeing each other just so he could have his daily dose of sex. I had to wonder who he got it from on the weekends.
    A new wave of nerves hit me when I heard a key jingling against my front door. Unlike my other clients, my ex still had his key to my place. Like it or not, he was the closest thing I had to family in the immediate area and was still responsible enough to check on the houseplants when I went back home to visit my folks.
    I didn't bother getting up to greet him. We'd stopped doing that long ago. Anymore, the pleasantries were a waste of time. Much like my nameless lover, my ex wanted things the exact same way. Every. Single. Time. And they were far from enjoyable as far as I was concerned.
    I glanced at the cuffs on the cushion beside me and cringed. Once an item of pleasure, all I saw when I looked at them was him. His harsh words, and eventually, my dismissal. I didn't know why I'd kept them for so long. The edges of the leather were frayed, but I guess that's what you get when you buy the cheapest pair available. Thank you, Dennis.
    I sat up and put on the best smile I could when he turned the corner. Windswept, his blond hair looked even worse than usual. No doubt he rode his bike over here. I rolled my eyes and hoped he hadn't noticed.
    "Hello, kitty," he said, leaning in to kiss me on the lips.
    I tried not to groan when I tasted alcohol on his tongue. "Drinking again?"
    He shrugged and took off his jacket, letting it fall in the middle of the room. "Just a few drinks with the boys."
    "And what about that job you're supposed to be doing, hmm?" I picked his coat off the ground and transported it to the hanger near the door. "I don't need a call telling me you were drunk off your ass and fell off some scaffolding, you know?"
    "Aww, I'm touched. Here I thought you didn't care."
    His voice put my teeth on edge. "Oh, I don't. I just don't feel like