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the conference table. Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, popping my pussy....
    I twirl my Mont Blanc pen in my hand as I cross my legs hoping to stop that steady throb of my clit. Ba-doop. Ba-doop . God, I am so horny and Cameron’s married ass is looking so damn good. As I set the tip of my pen against my bottom lip, I wonder just what kind of lover he is. Gentle and sweet? Rough and ready? Deep and demanding?
    What size dick does he have?
    Does he eat pussy?
    Would he talk nasty while pounding in this here pussy?
    Is he a freak?
    That day in my bedroom when he admitted that he loved me I should have at least given him some consolation pussy. I should’ve jacked my broke leg right on up to the sky and let him fuck away some of the pain of me turning him down. Now he is married to someone else.
    I level my eyes on him as some random executive rambles off some report about something or other. Cameron is writing something on a notepad and just the strong, tight way he grips the pen makes me hot. It’s not like me to not be focused on learning all I can but right now my celibacy and being within feet of Cameron has my mind all fucked up.
    He looks up suddenly and catches my eyes on him. He looks away as if I am nothing but a stranger. No lie? My feelings are hurt.
    I force myself to pay attention in the meeting. Getting my MBA is more important to me than sitting here sexdreaming about a married damn man. A married man that I still love.
    I’m fucked.

    I spent most of the day cooped up in another small office that is just an inch bigger than the closet they masqueraded as my office last summer. Delaney, Cameron’s assistant, followed his instructions and made sure I had plenty of office manuals to read over. I saw Cameron in passing a few times but he never once cracked his neck to look in my direction. Wifey must have his ass on a tight leash.
    Or Cameron is the stand-up, reliable man that I know he is. I sucked air between my teeth. Man, you know what? I don’t give a fuck how faithful his ass is. Shit, he ain’t my damn man.
    I pick up the phone and quickly dial Cristal’s work number. Nothing like talking to her saddity ass to make me forget my troubles.
    â€œLowe, Ingram, and Banks.”
    â€œHey girl. You busy?” I lean back in my swivel chair and then frown when the back of the chair hits the wall.
    â€œToo busy to hear gossip? Never.”
    â€œGirl, how ’bout Mr. Cameron is ignoring my ass big time.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œYes,” I stress as I lean forward to pick up my Mont Blanc.
    â€œWell, I hate to say it but I think it is definitely time for someone to say it.”
    I roll my eyes ’cause I already know where her ass is headed. “If you say it I will hang up on you. No lie.”
    Cristal makes a mocking noise. “When you had a chance to have Cameron you didn’t want him. And I told you—”
    I took great pleasure hanging up on her.
    Yes, last year Cristal was the main one telling me to snatch Cameron up. At the time he was more her type than mine. Of course fate is a no-good bitch. Therapy helped me to realize that my parents’ divorce—or rather my mother’s reaction to the divorce—made me afraid to fall in love. My thug appeal was in direct contradiction to my ambition. It was real easy for me to keep my thuggish boyfriends from getting anywhere near my heart. I was afraid to fall in love. I was afraid to love Cameron.
    And now it’s too late.
    Ain’t life a no good, ragged-mouth, bald-headed bitch?
    Knock-knock .
    I look up to find Delaney peeking her head into my office. “Hi, Delaney,” I greet her as I scribble a note in my planner to schedule an extra session with Dr. Locke.
    â€œJust checking up on you,” she says, walking in to stand her plump frame before my desk. “I know reading can make you go crazy . . . especially in here.”
    â€œI’m cool.”
    â€œEveryone