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security.” I’m afraid to look to deep into her eyes lest I lose myself. “You were afraid for my safety, though you didn’t have to be.”
    “Well, I couldn’t be sure.”
    “But that was very quick thinking on your behalf, and I’m very grateful. So thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.” She hesitates a while before saying, “Is she . . . OK?”
    “Lisa? Oh yeah. She just needed to talk to someone . . . well, me.” I’m not sure of how much I should tell Elizabeth about Lisa. Most people don’t approve of my lifestyle, but I can’t help who I am. “She’s a friend . . . who kind of wanted more than just to be a friend, and I couldn’t give that to her.”
    “I see.”
    “Yeah.”
    “That’s tough.” Elizabeth’s brow furrows, as if she can see someone she knows in that situation.
    I didn’t want to add ‘friend with benefits’.
    Because that’s who I mostly sleep with these days, aside from the odd one night stand or two. Or three. I screen those ‘friends’ thoroughly these days because of what happened with Lisa. ‘Friends’ offer the convenience of regular sex without the messy emotional fallout of a breakup . . . or worse. Though of course, there’s the occasional Lisa, who wanted my heart in addition to my body, the latter of which I readily gave her.
    Elizabeth says, “But she was your lover?”
    This came out extremely hesitant, as if she thinks she’s crossing a line by asking this. I don’t think she’s crossing a line at all. She has a right to know, after being frightened like that.
    “Yes. A physical lover yes.”
    I think I just coined a new demarcation.
    Elizabeth mulls over this. A friend who is a lover . . . without love or the hope of love. Perhaps a concept foreign to her sensibilities. I’m not quite sure how open they are in small towns (though I’m pretty they do have plenty of sex), but perhaps she has been more sheltered than most.
    She says, “Is that what people call . . . fringe benefits?”
    I almost laugh out loud. “No, that sounds like something Sully would concoct in HR, but I think the term is ‘friend with benefits’, or adult dating.”
    “Where there’s no romance and love involved?” she says.
    “Yes.” I’m aware this makes me sound like a cad, and someone alien – even deviant – in her world, but it’s out there now and I can’t take it back.
    Anyway, that’s who I am and I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not. It’s best my PA learns that upfront because she’s going to be dealing with more than one of my ‘friends’ occasionally.
    “I see,” she says. Her expression is thoughtful but not judgmental.
    “Yes. I don’t expect you to understand, but – ” I wave my hands as if to say ‘there it is, on the table’.
    We continue to talk, veering the conversation to the safer territories of office and work. Finally, I put down my mug.
    “I suppose I should be going.”
    “Yes, of course,” she says.
    Does she sound a little relieved? Well, so am I, to be honest. I don’t how long I can hold out before I unravel.
    We both get up together. We walk to the door.
    “Thank you, Chris,” she says.
    “It was nothing. Remember, you’re moving out.”
    “I’ll think about it.”
    “No ‘buts’. This is about your safety.”
    “Thanks for your concern, but really, I’ll need time to think about it.”
    Her brown eyes are large and alluring, and as she reaches for the doorknob, her hand accidentally brushes against my arm.
    Big mistake.
    Something inside me explodes, and I’m grabbing her by the waist and squeezing her against my body as I press my lips against hers. My reaction is swift and brutal and hormonally charged, and too late – my brain tells me this is a mistake – but I can’t take it back. I’m committed. Even as I groan inwardly at my stupidity, my adrenaline courses through my veins, intoxicating me with freedom.
    Her lips are so soft against mine, and so ready, and my mounting desire causes