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area and just as I was about to walk into the door, I felt a hand on my arm. I
turned and saw the blonde from the treadmill.
    She had finally gathered enough courage to come and give me her number.
It was sweet. But I wasn’t about to use it.
    “If you’d ever like to talk about the market over drinks, give me a
call,” the blonde with big tits said.
    “Sure thing, thanks, sweetheart,” I
took the piece of paper from her and made my way into the locker room.
    The phone number went straight into the garbage; I couldn’t be trusted
not to call her in a moment of weakness. It would be much safer for my gym
going habits if I never had long-term possession of the number at all.
    One time I had fallen for one of the gym managers; it was like torture to workout at all at their facility. She had
left the gym for another one so I finally felt comfortable coming in every day.
The problem I had was that I still kept
my eyes peeled and was constantly ready
to hop the next hot chick. Although I had learned my lesson and wouldn’t be
bringing home any girls from the gym.
    Part of my daily routine meant I bought a smoothie at the fitness club
bar and then made my way into work. I hated all the chaos of my office in the
morning and would much prefer to do my research from the comfort of my own home
instead of the hundreds of computer terminals at work. There were just too many
people around; things didn’t seem as comfortable as they previously had been.
    But as I moved up in my company, I had to start being more visible around
the office. Being available to other brokers was going to be the key when I
wanted to continue to move up the corporate ladder.
    Plus, I did like the excitement of the live trading much more than
trading over a computer. There was nothing like the New York Stock Exchange.
Nothing in the world could compare to the adrenaline rush I got whenever I
walked onto the trading room floor. It was better than sex, or at least
different than sex. On the trading room floor I felt excited for hours and
hours; in the bedroom the excitement only lasted as long as my orgasm did.

 
    Chapter 3

 
    “You don’t need to spend your morning in the gym. If you
spent your night fucking, it's redundant,” Michael, my co-worker, and friend
said as I walked in the door to our office.
    “Running clears my head for the day.”
    “So you did bring her home, didn’t you? That hot brunette from the bar
just came back with you? No questions
asked?”
    Michael and I had been friends for over ten years. We attended Harvard
together and he also grew up in the Midwest. Our friendship worked because we
were opposites. Michael and his wife Caterina were a few of my only true friends. They knew me better than I knew
myself sometimes. They gave me advice and consistently tried to fix me up with ‘ nice ’ girls;
which I, of course, would fuck and then
move on from.
    “Yes and no,” I said with a smile.
    “What?”
    “Yes I brought her home, but no, she had plenty of questions.”
    I smiled and continued to get ready for the trading day. I had my ritual
of booting up my computer, getting my coffee, and grabbing the Wall Street
Journal. I loved my rituals both in the office and in the bedroom. There was
something so comforting about rituals.
    “How do you do it? I had to ask my wife out three times before she said
yes,” Michael joked as he came into my office and sat across from me.
    Monday mornings were the busiest days of the week; it always baffled me
how much Michael wanted to talk. It was one of the reasons my portfolio
consistently outperformed his; I hated to talk to people. Granted, there were
people that I didn’t mind having a conversation with, but overall I despised
idle chit chat. There were so many other things I could be doing with my time
besides talking about the latest celebrity or gossiping about office romances.
    I guessed that I was the topic of many secret gossip sessions in the
office. I had taken a few