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to be distracted. Something on your mind?”
    â€œThe movie is all right. I was just lost in my random thoughts for a minute.”
    Bailey pouted like a child. It was times like this when the age difference between us was apparent and I wondered if she was worth the drama.
    â€œXavier, I didn’t fly all the way from L.A. for you to be into your thoughts. I want you to be into me, sweetie.”
    â€œWell, it wasn’t like I was expecting you. You did show up unannounced.”
    She looked hurt and pouted even more, looking like the young woman she was.
    â€œI’m sorry, Bailey. For the rest of the night, I am all yours, baby.” I nuzzled her neck. “Okay? You forgive me?”
    â€œOkay,” she said and smiled, subtly rubbing her breasts against my arm.
    She appeared pleased with my apology, and we resumed watching the movie she had picked out at the local Blockbuster after we finished dinner at one of my favorite seafood restaurants downtown.
    Bailey had wanted to go clubbing, but I wasn’t up for that. I desired a quiet night at home, and that was exactly what was happening now. I couldn’t believe it was almost the end of February already. I had lit a cozy fire in the fireplace, popped buttered popcorn, and now Bailey and I were hugged up like a couple.
    A couple.
    That thought disturbed me on many levels. It made me uneasy. My attention turned from the movie to Bailey. Sure, she was a gorgeous woman; no one could deny that. She was rather young, only twenty-five, but when I first met her on the set of the stalker movie, she reminded me of a younger version of Kendall, my ex-fiancée.
    By day and into the late evenings, Bailey was one of the production assistants, but by night we screwed like we invented sex. I fucked her like it was going out of style. I fucked her every which way but loose. I made a point to inform her up front that it was what it was. We were friends with benefits. I wasn’t looking for a relationship.
    Bailey appeared to be cool with that each time I reminded her as she left my bed. I knew that sounded mean and cruel, like I was simply using her for sex, but I didn’t want any confusion like the last time. So, I laid it on the table. That way there would be no surprises down the line. On some level, I probably did use her like she was my personal sex toy. However, I never heard any complaints from her, because the moans were too loud as she was being thoroughly satisfied, if I must say so myself. Through sex, I was able to pound out all the frustration I was trying to suppress.
    When I left L.A., I had no intention of ever seeing her again—out of sight, out of mind. That was a motto I lived by. It worked for me. But after receiving a call from out of the blue that she was in the city, here we were, snuggled up like a couple. That didn’t sit well with me at all. Again, I wasn’t looking for a relationship now or in the near future. Kendall and Pilar had made me rethink relationships, both in different ways.
    Bailey glanced up at me, smiled, and readjusted her position on the sofa. She was now leaning her head on my shoulder and had her arms wrapped snugly across my chest. I had seen this all before. Been there, done that. She was starting to think of us as a couple.
    Suddenly she sat up and proceeded to slowly unbutton her blouse, teasing me in the process, to reveal a fire red, lacy bra. Her breasts were at eye level and almost screamed for me to reach out and pluck them.
    â€œYou like what you see?” she asked seductively, licking her lips.
    â€œI love what I see,” I stated.
    â€œI can tell,” she giggled, reaching out to massage my semi-erect penis through my pants.
    â€œTouch me, sweetie, while we watch the rest of the movie. We can pretend we are making out on your parents’ sofa like teenagers.” I thought to myself, it had been many years since I was petting on my mama’s sofa.
    Bailey turned her