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something, was saying disappeared into background white noise. Pretending to listen, he took the chance to steal a quick glance at Alex. She looked happier today than the last time he’d seen her, like a light had been turned on inside. God, he hoped that loser she was dating hadn’t asked her to marry him or anything. What am I thinking? It doesn’t matter. She is not for me anyway. Think about Ryan, I must stay faithful to Ryan. I love Ryan. I can’t live without Ryan. Take a bite of forbidden fruit and I will lose Ryan, the man I love. Over and over he repeated his inner mantra of fidelity. Too bad his body wasn’t listening to his head. Adjusting himself in the chair to make a little more room for his throbbing erection, he missed a question asked of him.

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    After the meeting had ended and Alex returned to her work station, she thought back over the meeting with Mr. Hottie, aka Tyler Daniels. She had felt his gaze on her like a physical blow, so much so that she’d stumbled slightly as she took her seat. She huffed at the frustration of spending forty minutes in a room with Mr. Hottie. Why, oh why are all the good ones gay ? Maybe she was asking God himself for the answer. Ah…get back to work, girl, you still have to meet with Duncan tonight. At that thought, she sobered, and the lust boiling in her blood dissipated faster than a speeding bullet.

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    “Honey, I’m home,” Tyler called. It had been a long day, but business was good. He stood in the entry, flicking through the mail he’d picked up on his way up to the apartment.
    “Hey, darlin’, hard day?” Ryan answered from his desk.
    “Yeah, but no big issues. I approved my new ad campaign, just a few changes to be made, which should be ready tomorrow. Hey, there’s a letter for you.” Ryan wandered out of his office and over to him and took the formal-looking, thick envelope. He watched as Ryan turned it over and stared at the sender then ripped the envelope open with a rush. He was surprised by first the apprehension and then the sheer joy on Ryan’s face.
    “I won…I won the National Book Award.” Ryan jumped for joy.
    He had finally done it after all the hard work and long hours.
    “That’s fantastic, babe. I knew you could do it,” he replied as he watched Ryan’s big grin and the excitement gleam in his eyes. He was so proud of him. He watched as Ryan folded the letter and moved away.
    “Where are you going?”
    “I’m going to tell Amazon Pixy. I can’t wait for her reaction,” Ryan replied.
    Jealousy and anger warred in his blood. He was sick and tired of this. He knew he shouldn’t be jealous of Ryan’s online friend, but Ryan should want to share and celebrate this with him, not someone else he’d never actually even met.
    “I can’t handle this anymore! I’m going out,” he said, seething.
    “What…What’s wrong?” Ryan replied, shocked.
    “What’s wrong…What’s fucking wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong. You care more about your fucking online friend than you do about me anymore. Once, you couldn’t wait to tell me things and celebrate with me. Now it’s all her,” he screamed, his voice much louder than he would have preferred, but he’d lost control of his temper. “Just tell me, are you in love with her?” he prayed that the answer wasn’t yes, but he had to know.
    “I have never even met her. She’s just a friend. I don’t even know her real name. You know that. Why are you so upset?” Ryan asked, worry etched on his face.
    “I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m out of here. See you later.”
    Tyler flinched when he heard the front door slam shut behind him, although part of him was satisfied at the violence in it. He walked for what felt like hours but knew would have only been minutes. He found himself out front of one of his favorite bars. It served quite good food and had a relaxed atmosphere. What the heck? He needed a bite to eat and a few drinks to calm himself