“You’re producing that ?” I couldn’t mask the surprise in my tone. Sure, Sebby had shared bits and pieces of what he did for a living, but it never occurred to me that someone as young as he would be producing such big budget films. I almost wanted to ask him if he had ever worked with Kevin Bacon, just so I could tell someone that I went from twenty degrees of separation to just two.
Sebby nodded, not saying a word, smiling his boyish smile at me. I had to remind myself that he was off limits due to his harlot girlfriend, who I was sure was actually quite lovely.
“Umm… Is there a reason you knocked on my door, or…?”
“Right. Want to work on that list of yours?”
“With you?”
“Why not? There were actually quite a few things on it I wouldn’t mind doing. And I really think this is something you should do. Maybe it’ll help you find some inspiration to write that book.”
“What book?”
“The book you mentioned you always wanted to write.”
I scowled. Sebby and his damn questions , I thought. Weeks ago, he had asked what I was planning on doing now that I was on my own. After joking about collecting unemployment for the rest of my life, I finally told him about my dream to write a book.
“And, need I remind you,” he continued, “you have to. It’s on that list.” He smirked.
“Did you memorize the entire list in the two seconds you looked at it?” I lowered my voice. “Are you, like, Rain Man ?”
“No. Definitely not. I just have a really good memory. So… Care to come over and watch one of the greatest cinematic masterpieces of the twentieth century?” His eyes lit up, the excitement plastered on his face making it difficult to refuse.
“Which would be…?”
He winked. “You’ll see.”
My curiosity getting the best of me, I said, “Fine, but I need to shower first. I just got home from yoga.”
“Great. Come on by when you’re done. The door will be open so just let yourself in. Feel free to bring Sport. Gidget would like that.”
“Should I bring anything else? Wine or beer? Something?”
“Nope. Just yourself. See ya soon, Dixie.” He turned from me and headed across the hall to his condo, leaving me to question our “friendship” once more.
“What do you think, Sport? Can a man and woman really be friends without complications?” I asked, eyeing my dog as I padded through my home toward the stairs.
The traitor simply yipped in response, his tail wagging.
“Of course you’d think that. You’re just looking to get some ass from your new girlfriend.”
Stripping out of my yoga clothes, I hopped into the shower.
“I don’t see how being friends with a guy could possibly work out,” I said to myself as I stood underneath the showerhead, basking in the feel of the water on my skin. “Then again, he seems to think it will. He’s definitely off limits, so why am I still thinking about him after meeting Dennis? He should have taken my mind off him. Why didn’t he? I guess Sebby and I have a lot in common, which could explain it. Okay. We both like dogs and the movie Gidget , so we have two things in common. I wonder if he talks to himself in the shower, too. Hmm… Sebby in the shower…”
I closed my eyes, taking comfort in the hot water, the image in my head causing my breathing to increase and my skin to come alive in anticipation of his phantom touch. “ Baylee Grace !” I scolded myself. “Okay. Let’s rethink that… Dennis in the shower.” I closed my eyes once more, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have Dennis’ strong arms around me, pinning me up against the wall as water cascaded over both of us. The fantasy was incredible, his rippling body thrusting against me as I threw my head back, lost in the ecstasy enveloping me. Then, instead of Dennis’ smoldering dark eyes, Sebby’s gray-blue eyes flashed through my mind.
“Dammit!” I screamed, running my hands through my wet hair in frustration. I needed to find
Sebby nodded, not saying a word, smiling his boyish smile at me. I had to remind myself that he was off limits due to his harlot girlfriend, who I was sure was actually quite lovely.
“Umm… Is there a reason you knocked on my door, or…?”
“Right. Want to work on that list of yours?”
“With you?”
“Why not? There were actually quite a few things on it I wouldn’t mind doing. And I really think this is something you should do. Maybe it’ll help you find some inspiration to write that book.”
“What book?”
“The book you mentioned you always wanted to write.”
I scowled. Sebby and his damn questions , I thought. Weeks ago, he had asked what I was planning on doing now that I was on my own. After joking about collecting unemployment for the rest of my life, I finally told him about my dream to write a book.
“And, need I remind you,” he continued, “you have to. It’s on that list.” He smirked.
“Did you memorize the entire list in the two seconds you looked at it?” I lowered my voice. “Are you, like, Rain Man ?”
“No. Definitely not. I just have a really good memory. So… Care to come over and watch one of the greatest cinematic masterpieces of the twentieth century?” His eyes lit up, the excitement plastered on his face making it difficult to refuse.
“Which would be…?”
He winked. “You’ll see.”
My curiosity getting the best of me, I said, “Fine, but I need to shower first. I just got home from yoga.”
“Great. Come on by when you’re done. The door will be open so just let yourself in. Feel free to bring Sport. Gidget would like that.”
“Should I bring anything else? Wine or beer? Something?”
“Nope. Just yourself. See ya soon, Dixie.” He turned from me and headed across the hall to his condo, leaving me to question our “friendship” once more.
“What do you think, Sport? Can a man and woman really be friends without complications?” I asked, eyeing my dog as I padded through my home toward the stairs.
The traitor simply yipped in response, his tail wagging.
“Of course you’d think that. You’re just looking to get some ass from your new girlfriend.”
Stripping out of my yoga clothes, I hopped into the shower.
“I don’t see how being friends with a guy could possibly work out,” I said to myself as I stood underneath the showerhead, basking in the feel of the water on my skin. “Then again, he seems to think it will. He’s definitely off limits, so why am I still thinking about him after meeting Dennis? He should have taken my mind off him. Why didn’t he? I guess Sebby and I have a lot in common, which could explain it. Okay. We both like dogs and the movie Gidget , so we have two things in common. I wonder if he talks to himself in the shower, too. Hmm… Sebby in the shower…”
I closed my eyes, taking comfort in the hot water, the image in my head causing my breathing to increase and my skin to come alive in anticipation of his phantom touch. “ Baylee Grace !” I scolded myself. “Okay. Let’s rethink that… Dennis in the shower.” I closed my eyes once more, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have Dennis’ strong arms around me, pinning me up against the wall as water cascaded over both of us. The fantasy was incredible, his rippling body thrusting against me as I threw my head back, lost in the ecstasy enveloping me. Then, instead of Dennis’ smoldering dark eyes, Sebby’s gray-blue eyes flashed through my mind.
“Dammit!” I screamed, running my hands through my wet hair in frustration. I needed to find
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