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pick up some things for breakfast. They would be open by the
time I finished with the bread. After which, Mia would be awake for work, and I
could ravage her body one more time, momentarily satisfying my hunger for her.
    When I got to the bar, the police and fire trucks were just
arriving. The security company had notified them of the smoke alarm…
Bluestone’s kitchen had caught fire.
    After several hours, they cleared me to enter the building. I
was grateful there wasn’t much damage, but it appeared my grandmother’s oven
had cracked in shipping. The wood above it had been smoldering, until it
finally broke out in a blaze.
    “Sir, you’re lucky this place has so much stone in it, or we’d
be fighting a three-alarm fire about now,” the fire chief said.
    “Yes, I see. May I step inside to use the phone? Seems I’ve
misplaced my cell phone.”
    “Absolutely. We’re all clear.”
    I spent the rest of the day working with the insurance claims
department, contractors and the like to start the repair process. Bluestone
would be closed for at least a week, while the repairs were completed and the
inspections took place.
    By the time I’d finished the fucking mountain of red tape, I
needed to backtrack my steps starting with the day before to find my phone.
After leaving Eatzi’s, I headed to the only place it could be…
    “Could you ring Mia Kennedy for me please?” I asked the
concierge of Mia’s building.
    “Is she expecting you?”
    “That, I seriously doubt.”
    The gentleman observed me as if I were a stalker. When I looked
over myself, I realized I was still in yesterday’s clothes and had flour all
over the front of my black t-shirt.
    “I’m sorry. Ms. Kennedy is unavailable. Care to leave a
message?”
    Without my cell phone and the main number on remote for
Bluestone, I had no number to leave for Mia, except my private number to the
apartment at the club, which I never gave to anyone. I came to an impasse… I
had to break the rules. With her, I seemed to be stepping out of my routine.
Instantly, I thought about how it felt to be inside her bareback. My cock
stirred in my jeans.
    “Sir? Do you care to leave a message?” the concierge repeated
himself, bringing me back to reality. I gave the guy my private number and
asked that she call me as soon as possible.
    The bar was only a few minutes from Mia’s apartment. I parked
in my reserved spot on the lower level of the garage and entered through the
private entrance in back, expecting the fresh smell of the fire to burn my
nostrils, but I was taken aback when Mia rounded a corner and ran right into my
chest. “Mia!”
    “Um, Lucas, you’re… Thank God, you’re okay.” She wrapped her
arms around me and shuddered as she gripped me.
    “I’m fine. What’s this all about?”
    “I found your phone and came to return it, but when I pulled up,
I saw the police tape outside and the door wide open. I didn’t know what to
think.”
    “I see how that could be confusing. Come with me.”
    I led her to my apartment upstairs and poured us both a glass
of wine, which was dutifully deserved by that point. We took a seat on the sofa,
and I pushed a stray blonde curl from her eyes.
    “Where do I start? Hmm, oh yeah, breakfast.”
    “Huh?” she asked.
    “I awoke early this morning and thought breakfast with you
would be delicious, so I decided I’d come here first and start the bread, run
by Eatzi’s and grab something for breakfast we could enjoy in bed, and wake you
up with something delicate and tempting.”
    “Okay, so you caught the place on fire trying to cook me
breakfast?”
    “I love that you’re a true blonde sometimes. No, when I got
here before five o’clock, I found the police and fire here. They’d been
notified by the security company. We had a small fire in the kitchen above the
oven, and we’ll be down for at least a week. The rest of my day got away from
me, and you have my phone.”
    “Yes, I found it beside the bed. You