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options, and
decided to favor me. Holding out his sandwich, feeding me directly,
he allowed me to take a bite. I smiled and nuzzled against him and
tasted his sandwich and chewed. This all felt very nice and I liked
it.
    "Miss Tanner," Lucent said, dragging
me back to reality. "Please don't mistake this for anything more
than friendliness."
    "How friendly are we going to be?" I
asked.
    "What do you mean?"
    "Well, are we good friends? Close? Can
I cuddle with you? Are we friends, um... with..." I blushed and
paused, because I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to continue that
thought process verbally or not.
    "With what?" he asked. His nose
wrinkled curiously.
    "With, um, benefits, like..." Oh God,
I'd said it, hadn't I? "I mean, can we have sex?"
    "No," he said.
    "I don't mean it in a bad way," I
said. "I'm not trying to downplay relationships or anything of the
sort. I enjoyed having sex with you, that's all."
    "No," he repeated.
    "I mean, let's just say I'm curious,
alright? Maybe I would like your BDSM things, but I don't
particularly know, you know? You could show me, if I asked? Is that
your thing you mentioned? Topping from the bottom? What if I'm very
submissive and I don't even know it and then once I find out,
maybe..."
    "You're a dreadfully difficult woman,
do you know that?" he said.
    "Shouldn't you have known this
beforehand? Didn't you do background checks or something? How does
that work? Do you know my credit scores?"
    "No amount of background checks can
inform anyone of how unexorbitantly curious a person is, I assure
you." He bit, chewed, and swallowed some of his sandwich. "And,
yes, I know of your credit scores. I must say, they could use
improving."
    "I'm a student," I countered. "I don't
have a lot of opportunities."
    "You don't need opportunities to pay
your bills on time. You've been a few days late, consistently,
during many months. If you set up automatic payments or make a note
on a calendar, or any other number of useful reminders, you'd go
far towards increasing your credit scores."
    "What about my Lucent score?" I asked,
grinning.
    He tilted his head to the side and
smirked. "That's a secret, Miss Tanner. No amount of prying will
reveal those numbers."
    "What do they go to, though? Is this a
one to a hundred point system or does it scale higher?"
    "I refuse to elaborate on the secret
methods set forth to determine my scoring system."
    "Am I the highest of anyone? If not,
do you think I'm improving well enough to reach that limit in the
future?"
    He didn't answer. He ate his sandwich,
remaining tight-lipped. I still had my own sandwich, too, and I
grumbled and laughed and then finished it off. We ate, shoulder to
shoulder, quiet but friendly. I liked friendly Lucent. He was a lot
better than asshole Lucent.
    "What time is it?" I asked once we
finished.
    "It shall soon be nine," he
said.
    "Oh God."
    "You have class." He nodded.
"Thankfully your attendance is exemplary and I believe you can miss
a day without repercussion."
    "Maybe, but..."
    "No," he said. "How much did you even
sleep last night? You can't have slept well on my office's couch.
Come. I don't trust you to actually rest. We'll return to my office
and I'll guarantee you take a nap."
    "I thought you said sleeping on a
couch was bad for me?" I said. "I can go home and sleep in my bed,
you know?"
    Lucent simply smiled, saying nothing.
We got up from the booth and started to leave.
    "Don't you need to pay?" I
asked.
    "Sam has my credit card on file. He'll
charge me."
    "Shouldn't we leave a tip?"
    "It's taken care of, Miss
Tanner."
    "I need to use the
bathroom."
    He sighed deeply. "I'll wait
outside."
    That was good. Yes. I needed to ask
Sam something privately without Lucent listening. I hurried to the
nearby bathrooms while Lucent left the deli, planning the best way
to phrase my question without arousing suspicion. Would Lucent be
upset if he knew? Yes, probably. Which was why I couldn't tell
him.
     
    ...
     
    We arrived back at Lucent's