“Anyway,” she says, straightening up, “I didn’t come by to see your apartment. Well, fuck, now I feel kind of lonely for me too. It makes me feel lonely for you, actually.” There’s no pictures or books or mail on the table, nothing personal at all. “A two-million-dollar loft that looks like a model home. “Sad? The two-million-dollar loft with an amazing view?”

“And I was really thinking it was kind of sad.” “You know it’s nice already you don’t need me to tell you that,” she says. “Nice, huh?” I say all cool and cocky like, and she looks back at me with an arched eyebrow that would have made a 1930s Hollywood starlet jealous. It is a pretty nice place, even though it’s really nothing more than a convenient place to sleep and shower before I go back out to conquer the world. I look around myself, seeing it as she would-the stained concrete floors and giant windows, the long, low lines of the furniture-and I feel a spike of pride. Instead, she seems taken with my apartment, gazing with large eyes at the clean, minimalist space. Luckily, Zenny doesn’t seem to notice my odd jacket pose. You’re thirty-six, not thirteen, I have to remind myself. I pick up my crumpled suit jacket off the floor and hold it in front of my crotch, a move straight from the Adolescent Boy Playbook. I have to fight myself not to sniff the air like a wolf after she walks past me and props herself against the back of my sofa. Zenny gives me a sunny smile and pushes by, leaving that delicate rose scent in her wake. Like Elijah, Zenny was somewhat exempt from the Bell-Iverson schism, and I can’t actually be sure that she wouldn’t tell my mom about this, so I spin around and yank open the door before I can think about it any longer.

“Let me inside, please, or I’ll tell her how rude you were.” “Sean, I know your mother raised you better than this,” Zenny calls through the door, sounding amused. If anything, my body and my dick are thrilled that Zenny is here in the flesh. All of my normal confidence is gone, all of my normal contingency-thinking, all of my charm and problem solving, it’s just fucking gone.Īll that’s left is wanting Zenny and knowing I shouldn’t want her, and oh yeah, this idiot erection I have that is refusing to relent. And I’m not even thinking, I’m just panicking, turning in circles like a dog walking into a room where the furniture’s been rearranged.

“Uh, Sean?” I hear her say from the other side, but I’m too busy pacing in circles right now to answer.

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