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see me. You know you like me.”
    “Oh really?”
    “Really.”
    Walking back in toward the bed, he handed her a warm washcloth.
    “Thanks.” She took it and began wiping his remnants of sperm off of her  flat stomach.
    He took the cloth back as she stood from the bed, taking the few steps to the chair where her clothes were draped. “You can’t stay longer?” He set the cloth down on the table.
    “No.” She stepped into her red panties.
    “Why not?”
    “Because you came. You know the rules. Once you come, no matter how long you’re booked, your time ends.”
    “Well, I say rules don’t apply anymore.”
    “Oh yes they do. They’re new rules. My rules. Besides, you were late.”
    He shrugged. “No big deal. I’ll just pay for more time.”
    “No thanks. I’ll just leave early to make it up.”
    “Another thousand?”
    She shook her head. She thought twice, Hmmm , but still shook her head some more. She needed to leave before she crossed into Lip Service time. That was a no-no, especially since her sister was already pissed at her.
    He said, “You must have another John lined up.” He sat on the bed, breathing now back to normal.
    She zipped up her pants and put on her bra.
    “I have something to ask you.”
    “Bailey, I’ve got to get going.” She carefully slipped her top over her head.
    “Baby, why do you treat me like this?”
    “Why do you call me baby?” Her confused face accented her inquiry.
    “Because you are.”
    She adjusted her clothes and stepped into her black heels. “I’m not. It’s not what you think it is. It’s just an illusion. I’m not even real. I’m just a figment of your imagination.”
    “Not true. When can I see you again?”
    “Not sure.” She walked into the living room area and took the envelope, folding it up and stuffing it into her bag.
    He stood, still naked, and followed her. “I guess I’ll let Money know,” he threatened.
    “No you won’t. Then I’ll never see you again for sure.” She placed the strap of the bag over her shoulder. “Bailey, I’ve gotta run.”
    “I love you.”
    She gave a weak smile, having heard it from him before, opened the door, and walked out without looking back, making her way down the hall and into the elevator.
    By 9:25 she was in the next hotel room upstairs, showered. She’d worn a new menstrual cup and was dressed in her skirt and blouse, nude pumps, wearing reading glasses. Her hair was pinned up. She’d added concealer to the small bruise on the front of her neck. Tired, she texted her booker, Here , then lay down on the white sheet. She got a reply text, 10:00 . Thrilled that he’d be a half hour late, she stretched out and dialed her boyfriend, Virgil.
    He answered his phone, speaking without any level of hip or swag to his voice whatsoever. He was a very good-looking black man, toffee colored, with a fit body and curly hair.
    She said in low gear, “I got your messages. I told you I was going out of town.”
    “You did. And you only called once the entire time.”
    “I was busy. But I’m back now. Just tired. About to go to bed.”
    “I’ve been really wanting to see you. Did you get my text about meeting me?”
    She could hear the excitement in his voice. “I did.”
    “I left something in your purse.”
    “In my purse? Why would you have anything in my purse?”
    “It was the last time I saw you, the night before you had your breakfast meeting at the Algonquin with Money. While we were at the movies I put my ink pen in your purse when you went to the bathroom. It was in my pants pocket and I didn’t have a shirt pocket. I forgot about it. I need it.”
    “Okay. Well, I’ll give it to you when I see you.”
    “Can I come by tonight?”
    “Virgil, you’d come by this late to get a freakin’ ink pen?”
    “I’d come by this late to see you. I’ve missed you.”
    “Sounds like you miss your pen more than me.” She tried to put him off for one more night. “You can get it tomorrow. I