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Not only was she thinking of him constantly, but she was highly motivated to finish her tasks so that she could get to him sooner.

By Friday, she was ready to show up on his doorstep naked.

If only she knew where he lived.

“Where are you?” she asked when he answered the phone.

“Just getting out of the shower. Where are you?” he asked. There was no mistaking the amusement in his voice.

They had texted earlier that day and had planned to meet at the Iggy in an hour because Asa was playing.

“I’m sitting in my car in the most ridiculous outfit hoping you’ll give me your address.”

“What are you wearing?” he asked, his tone low and sexy and teasing.

“Fishnets and dinosaur pasties.”

Her phone beeped with an incoming text but she didn’t look. She was waiting for his reply.

“André?” she asked when he hadn’t said anything in almost a full minute.

“I sent you the address.”

She looked at her phone then, and sure enough, the text had been from him.

“Be there in fifteen.”

“Drive safe.” His voice sounded strained. “Please.”

She laughed. “I have no desire to get in an accident dressed like this.” She was wearing an oversized hoody zipped up over it, but still.

His apartment wasn’t too far from where he used to live but it was nicer than before. It had an elevator, for instance. The old place had unlit stairs that she never felt safe taking alone. Which was why they had usually gone to her place.

She stepped off the elevator and he was waiting for her at his open door.

In jeans and no shirt, his suspenders dangled by his side, and he was barefoot.

Why did that undo her so? She’d never cared about bare feet before in her life but something about André always being so well dressed and put together and then seeing him not so much…

She should have been ashamed of the whimper she made when she hop-skipped toward him but she just wasn’t.

Unzipping the hoody as she went, he stepped back into the apartment, eyes molten. The door slammed behind her, she jumped, discarding the hoody, he caught her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and it was on.

They never made it to the bedroom.

Suffice to say he really liked her Veloci-titties.

* * *

The next week was demanding for both of them.

Zara came to town which had Nikki flustered beyond belief.

Way more than she’d anticipated.

She was excitable and irritated and bouncing off every creative wall supplied to her.

André acted like she was fucking adorable even though she was pretty sure she was annoying as hell.

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