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a bad idea. Bad for everyone
concerned.”
    “I’m not thinking of trapping
anyone,” she retorted. “It’s a factoid I just want to know.”
    “A factoid.” He mulled over this,
and then laughed. “OK. I like that word. ‘Factoid’. Seriously? There haven’t
been many inter-species matings, but you stand a fifty-fifty chance of producing
either one or the other.”
    She filed this into her memory
stash. “So what do you guys do for a living? You integrate normally with the
rest of the world?”
    “Of course. We don’t live in
secret enclaves and run around naked in caves all day.” His expression
suggested he would like to do just that. “My folks run a burger joint back
home. Mom and Pop outfit.”
    “They’re putting you through
college.”
    “I’m putting myself through
college. They have three other kids to take care of.”
    “Oh? How?”
    “I moonlight as a waiter in an
up-market joint.”
    “It pays well?”
    “That one does. Let’s just say
it’s an unusual kind of joint.” His eyes twinkle. “I’d love to take you there one
day.”
     Her cell phone in her purse went
‘ping’. A text message had arrived.
    Carlo leaned forward. Her hand
was at her coffee cup, and his fingers brushed against hers.
    “You know,” he murmured, “I was
thinking maybe if sometime you and I can – ”
    She curled back her fingers and
moved her hand away. “Excuse me, I have to get this.”
    He watched her, eyes glittering,
as she retrieved her phone. She glanced at the display and her heart leaped.
    It was Rust!
    The message said:
     
    ‘WAIT FOR A PICK UP AT THE CORNER
OF GRANT AND FARLOW AT 6 PM TODAY.’
     
    A pick-up? What did that mean? He
was going to pick her up? Her blood churned. So he hadn’t forgotten her after
all. He hadn’t forgotten their ‘exclusivity’. He was going to celebrate with
her!
    Right?
    Her jubilance must have shown,
because Carlo said bitterly, “It’s him, isn’t it?”
    She saw no reason to lie. “Yes.”
    “He texts you, and you jump over
the moon?”
    “He’s just texting me to make a
date.” Defensiveness rose in her voice.
    Carlo leaned back. The
disappointment was clear on his face. “So you are going.”
    “Of course.”
    “I was going to ask you out on a
date. It would be a proper date too.”
    She was perplexed. “Why, Carlo?”
    “What do you mean why?”
    “Why do you want to date me?
Because he’s dating me?”
    “He’s fucking you. You’re not
exactly dating.”
    It was crude, but true. Still,
she felt like slapping him. She rose and grabbed her purse.
    “Hey.” He stood up too. “I’m
sorry, Kate, OK? I’m just asking you for a date, that’s all.”
    “So you can fuck me too? Because
you want what he has?”
    He flinched. She had hit home.
    “Sorry, Carlo, but I can only be
a fuck doll to one person at a time.” 
    She turned and walked away, aware
that he was staring at her in astonishment . . . and maybe admiration. Date
Rust O’Brien, and your stock automatically goes up among those in the know.
That was what she had come to learn.
    Besides, she had a very special
date to celebrate.
    Her pussy contracted just to
think about it.         

 
    4
     
    At six, Kate waited at the corner
of Grant and Farlow like an obedient little girl. Well, maybe not so little.
    She wore a little black dress
which showed her impressive cleavage to good effect. It was cold, and so she
had to top it off with a jacket. Her stockings were sheer and black and she
tottered around in very high black heels.
    She attracted a lot of attention
too, waiting there like a fish out of water. People stared at her as they
passed, probably wondering if she was a hooker waiting for an early pick-up.
Hell, she was waiting for a pick-up, and plenty of sex was involved.
    She couldn’t help feeling
excited. Rust. He always excited her. Just thinking of him – his clear
green eyes, his dark, dark hair, and his body. Just looking at his body made
her go weak