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become kind of clingy. Terrence wondered if he should call her back or cut her loose.
    â€œBonsoir, mon ami!” Terrence heard next, instantly making him smile. “ a va?”
    He knew that throaty purr from anywhere. It was Georgette, a blond Victoria’s Secret model based out of Montreal whom he had met back during his modeling days. He loved Georgette because of her good taste in food and wine, her French accent, and because she understood the true definition of “no strings attached” sex. They had been hooking up off and on for the past six years.
    â€œI will be in the city for a few weeks,” Georgette continued. “Let me know if you wish to meet, huh? I packed the lace teddy you like and the . . . you know . . . the stuff that you lick . . . qu’est-ce que c’est? Ah, who cares! I show you, Terry! Je te veux! Can’t wait to see you, mon ami. Au revoir! ” He heard kissing sounds and then the line clicked.
    Oh hell, yeah , he thought.
    He would call her back as soon as he got home. He would check her schedule and make reservations at their favorite spot. After dinner, he’d take her back to his place and they would try out “the stuff that you lick.”
    â€œTerry!” a voice suddenly screeched from his iPhone, snatching him out of his sexual reverie and making him wince. “Terry, you know who this is. Don’t play like you don’t! I saw you with that chick yesterday. Yeah, she was all up on you. Is she your new girl now? How dare you dump me like I was yesterday’s trash, you son of a—”
    Terrence reached over the armrest and immediately pressed a button on the phone’s glass screen to delete the message.
    Oh, Monique , he thought with exasperation.
    Now, that was a girl who definitely did not understand the definition of “no strings attached” sex. Monique Washington had given off alarm bells the moment he had met her—she had been high-maintenance, constantly had checked her reflection in mirrors, and had wanted to talk endlessly about trips to Europe and trust funds. But he had pushed his misgivings about her aside. So what if she was a little shallow? He wasn’t a deep man himself. And besides, she was good in bed and when he had told her that he wasn’t ready for a real relationship, she had seemed okay with his revelation. But he should have trusted his first instincts. She had turned out to be a real nutcase. She went past clingy and straight to Fatal Attraction , showing up at his condo at all times of the day, threatening other women that he was dating. When he had tried to shake off Monique, she started blowing up his phone, leaving pissed-off and threatening messages.
    He wouldn’t make that mistake again. If he sensed that a woman wasn’t up to staying at a distance, then he wouldn’t bother to start anything with her. For now, he would just have to block Monique’s number.
    â€œOn to the next one,” Terrence murmured as he pulled to a stop at a stop sign.
    â€œHey! Heeeeeeey!”
    Terrence frowned and turned to find two women smiling and waving at him on the sidewalk. Despite the temps being in the low thirties, both women were wearing short skirts and flimsy shawls. One had flowing dark hair. The other looked like she was wearing an auburn wig. They both seemed to be heading home from a hard night of partying.
    â€œHey, cutie!” the dark-haired one yelled, motioning wildly for him to lower his car window.
    Terrence obliged.
    â€œEvening, ladies,” he said in his smoothest Billy Dee Williams voice.
    They ran toward his Porsche—or more like stumbled—holding onto each other for balance. “Is that your car, baby?” the auburn-haired one slurred, leaning on her friend.
    Terrence inclined his head. “I’m driving it, aren’t I?”
    â€œWhere you headed?” the other asked eagerly, sticking out her chest.
    â€œHome,” he