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Kendall:So … maybe I’m trying to work up to the “us being naked together part” by being naked on the other side of town.

Simon:Where do you live? Send me your address right now.

Kendall:You’re working!

Simon:I own the restaurant. I can leave early.

Kendall:You’re not invited over. I’m not ready for you to see … all of me in real life.

Simon:I just locked myself in my office. That photo makes it inappropriate for me to bearound customers right now.

Kendall:Isn’t that part of the Flambé vibe? It’s not like you own a family restaurant.

Simon:You think the wait staff walks around serving drinks with hard-ons?

I bite my lip. One photo didn’t really get him that excited, did it?

Kendall:I didn’t really think. I just sent it. If I thought about it, I would’ve lost my nerve.

Simon:I love it when you don’t think.

Kendall:I’m not sure that’s a compliment.

Simon:It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.

An address comes through the text message thread, with a pin attached to the map app.

Is that—?

Yup. It’s the address for Simon’s place.

Kendall:What am I supposed to do with that?

Simon:The night’s still young.

Lady Lada does a back flip and one of my hands falls instinctually over my topless chest, the skin contact making me achy.

Simon:You’re still in control. You don’t have to come over tonight. But now you have my address … if you get inspired.

Kendall:Inspired?

Simon:You’re the one who sent me a naughty photo.

True. That wasn’t solicited. Who knows what my libido might feel ready to entertain. I take a deep breath because I know that byinspiredhe meant when I’m ready to be naked in his presence, his door is open.

Kendall:So you’re saying … I could still come over tonight?

Simon:I thought we were taking this slow?

Kendall:We are.

Simon:Nude pictures isn’t slow.

Kendall:Clearly my body feels differently about the timeline.

Simon:If that’s true, you should come directly to Flambé.

And then there’s a picture of Simon—anaughtypicture of Simon.

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