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mid-afternoon, so I knew he’d leave in a while.  He wasn’t complaining, because he knew I knew he was in between jobs.  He usually did things like landscaping or construction work, like hanging drywall, but he was starting a new job roofing on Wednesday.  I knew he wasn’t too irritated that I called him when he wasn’t working; otherwise, why would he bother telling me his work schedule?
    Still…I knew he didn’t like that he couldn’t demand me whenever he liked.
    Or at least that was what I had always thought, but for some reason, that thought had been nagging at me—the thought that maybe he just didn’t give a shit.
    And here was stupid little me, falling more head over heels with Ridley every day, especially when he continued to become a more attentive lover.
    I lifted my head off the pillow and looked at his face.  I realized that he didn’t want a serious relationship…and with his past, I wasn’t sure that I wanted that either, even though the stupid part of my brain thought I did.  Not only did he have a criminal and prison background, but I knew he had an ex-wife.  He might have had children too, but I didn’t want to ask.  He might’ve told me if I questioned him, and I really didn’t want to know.
    That didn’t mean I didn’t want him around more.  “Ridley, baby?”
    His eyes stayed closed.  “Yeah?”
    “ Um…I’m having a hard time writing the whole scene.  You know, like the stuff that happens before the sex.  Like in the scene I was writing now.  I had to struggle with writing their date.”
    He didn’t op en those pretty blues…but at least he answered.  “And?”  I rested my head on his chest.
    “ Well, I’m thinking maybe it might be easier for me to capture that sexual tension if we play it out more.”
    He snorted and moved out from underneath my head, sitting on the edge of the bed and then standing up.  “ Darlin’, you want me to start play acting in the middle of a restaurant while all kinds of people listen in?”
    Well, when he put it that way, it sounded kind of stupid.  “I don’t know.  I guess I could cook something and we could do it in my kitchen or—”
    He walked out of the bedroom.  My God, what a beautiful ass that man had—perfectly shaped, smooth, lovely.  I heard him walk into the bathroom.  He didn’t close the door and I heard him taking a leak—a loud leak.  I was grateful, though, that I heard him put the lid back down after he flushed.  It had taken a while to train—er, sweet talk him into that kind of behavior.
    He came back in the bedroom and then I got a view of his gorgeous cock.  He had his clothes in his hands, though, so I knew he was getting ready to bail on me.  He was pulling his underwear on when he said, “Whatever you like, honey.  Just say the word.  You know I like to make you happy.”
    Yeah, I knew he did.  I just wished he didn’t feel so distant most times.  I crawled to the end of the bed, smiling at him.  “Yes.”
    “You need anything else from me before I go?”
    I considered asking him for another orgasm before realizing that I didn’t have a scene in mind for it…and I needed to be more judicious about being the woman who cried horny.  I’d have to save his magic touch for next time—which meant I needed to get back to writing that damned book.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    MY PRETEND BOYFRIEND might not have wanted to dine with me, but my best buddy Roman Decker would.  We met for lunch the next day, just like we often did.  During a regular semester, we’d go out to eat at least once a week (usually three or four), often at some place on campus.  Today, though, we had no obligations, and we met at a real restaurant, a little deli with tasty homemade soups and salad dressings.
    We were waiting for our main courses when I asked, “Ready for next week?”
    He grinned.  Roman and I had been solid friends for the past three years since he’d been hired by the school.