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Although deep down, I suspect I may be wrong.

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TRAVIS

It’s like I’m a prepubescent boy all over again. I can’t get my cock to behave, and I blame Paige. Ever since that night in her office, I haven’t been able to keep her off my mind.

It’s literally 9 o’clock at night and I am rolling around in bed, trying to get myself to calm down long enough to go to sleep. However, no matter what I do I have remained unsuccessful.

This woman has burrowed herself so far into my subconscious that all I see is her. All I think is her. This morning before I went to work I picked my tie based on what I thought she would like. The scary thing is it felt so natural. I didn’t even realize I had done it until I was in my car on the way to work.

If someone told me Paige DeLisle is a witch I would believe them, because a spell has been cast over me. I’ve never been taken with anyone as much as I am with Paige. Not even Felicity.

Having sex with her was such a stupid thing to do. I let myself get carried away. Now look what I’ve gotten myselfinto. I almost walked into oncoming traffic this morning crossing the road because I kept replaying images of the way Paige looked in that green thong and bra set standing in front of me in those heels. What I would give to have one full night with her. It has even occurred to me to propose that to her, but I know just like what has happened between us so far, it would be so stupid.

And I know one night wouldn’t be enough to get my fill.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I say to no one as I sit up in bed. It’s a Friday night and I’m here trying to rub Paige out of my mind?

I rip the covers off my body, get changed into jeans, a t-shirt, biker jacket and boots, and I head out of my West Chelsea penthouse. I stop to take a look at the Hudson River out the window as I reach for my keys on the counter. This view never gets old.

It takes some effort, but I rip my eyes away from the New York skyline and head down to the parking garage. It’s been a while since I’ve taken my bike out but if there’s ever been a time I needed it, it’s now.

I know it’s dangerous, but I don’t put on my helmet. I mount my Ducati Monster and bring it to life. I wheel it out of the parking garage of my building and the second I start to pick up speed all my worries melt away.

I shrug off my angst as I maneuver between cars and shoot down the busy streets of New York with chilly air whipping through my hair.

I go and go and go and 20 minutes after I leave home I realize I’m in the Upper West Side. I head to my favorite pick up joint in the area, aptly namedThe Meat Market.

I park my bike on the street, fix my hair and walk into the establishment. The second I clear the threshold, I see that the scene is exactly what I had hoped itwould be. It’s packed with people. Some are swinging their hips to the music on the dance floor. Most of the tables and booths are occupied, mostly with couples making eyes at each other. Although the lighting in here is muted and the bar is crowded, my eyes zero in on a very familiar high blonde ponytail.

Of course, I would run into Paige tonight of all nights. She is sitting at the bar with her legs crossed on a stool, and my God… those legs look like they stretch for miles. She is wearing a short red dress and the very heels she was wearing… that night.

She hasn’t seen me and probably won’t if I find a booth and lay low. I decide it’s in both our best interests if I do just that, but my legs have other plans as they are already walking me in her direction.

I am halfway to her when she flips her ponytail over her shoulder and sees me. Her eyes go wide, her hand goes to her neck and her fingers toy with the pendant there.

“Travis… What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? It’s a Friday night.” I lean on the bar and smirk at her. “I am probably here for the same reason you are.” I raise an eyebrow at her.

Her cheeks flush and she picks up her cosmo and takes a sip. “Well, I’m here to have a drink.”

“Of course you are.” I smile. “Well, a booth over there just became available. Would you like to join me?”

She looks over her shoulder to where I indicated with my chin then looks back at me. “Sure.”

I order a Negroni, help her off her stool, and we both head toward the booth.

Once we are situated Paige makes a show of looking me up and down. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you out of a suit.”

I hold my jacket open and ask, “And what do you think?”

“I guess it’s refreshing to see that your own clothes other than custom-made suits. I had wondered whether you have suit pajamas.”

I laugh. “I didn’t know you had a thing against my suits.”

“I don’t… I actually quite like them.” She looks at me from under her eyelashes and it’s as if I have been entranced.

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