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everything. But when it comes to you, this is all I got.” A look of pure shock and a tiny ounce of fear crosses her face and I laugh inside, not willing to let my exterior show the humor I find in it. I stay silent as I walk past her, letting my shoulder nudge into hers as I do. She’s not worth the effort and she’s definitely not worth my breath of voicing my opinion to her. So I leave her with what she deserves…nothing.
    Shepard’s scrolling through his phone as I make my way back in. He looks up with a big smile and speaks. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us some lunch. Turkey, Swiss and avocado, right?” he asks and I smile brightly and nod. “It’s one of the many things I’ve been responsible for around here.” Shepard shrugs like it’s no big deal that he’s basically been sandwich boy for the last few years and that in doing so, he’s also managed to memorize the kind I always ordered. It’s flattering. Nothing he should feel off about. But I don’t tell him that. He doesn’t seem like the type that likes to be reassured.

“DID YOU CALL your dad back?” he asks, breaking into my thoughts and confusing me all at once.
    “My dad?” I sit back, sinking into my non-comfy, slightly scratchy chair.
    “Yes, that’s where you left off. That you had,” he glances down at his notes, “three missed calls from Reggie and one from your dad.”
    “Oh, duh. Yeah, I did call him. But I made sure to make it quick. My dad has never been judgmental towards me. In fact, he’s always had my back. He would’ve had my back if I had wanted to drop out of college and be a stripper.” Shepard’s brow shoots up and I giggle. Little does he know that’s how my parents met in the first place. I’m sure he’s thinking, “How does my dad feel about his daughter being a porn star?”
    “Now don’t get me wrong. Just because he’d be supportive no matter what, doesn’t mean he’d like it. So, with that being said, I didn’t feel the need to tell him I was going to be shacked up with a former porn star that week. I only told him the basics. Such as, I had finally received my first interview and that was it. He asked for details, but I kept the description extremely vague. I was still at odds with my situation, how could I begin to explain it to anyone else, especially my dad? It just wasn’t going to happen. Now Reggie on the other hand,” I toss my head back with laughter, “that hooker ate it up. When I told her who I was interviewing—the man who gave me my first ever one night fingering stand, she freaked. I was sure wherever Brent was, he could hear her screams through my phone. She was way more excited about it all than I was. Oddly enough, she couldn’t understand my reservations about it. Who would have thought?”

    “REGGIE, I MESSED around with a porn star,” I whispered into the phone.
    “Correction. You were blissfully finger-fucked by a porn star. And it was the best finger action you’ve ever had. I don’t see the problem.”
    “When it comes to anything sex related, you never see the problem.”
    “And?”
    I huffed. She wasn’t going to get it. To her, I already basically had sex with him and now that I’m stuck with him for the next week, I needed to pick up where we left off. Slamming our bodies against every wall throughout this apartment as we did. The thought was nice and one I had pictured myself, but I was there to work. I couldn’t let it become some sex-escapade for me. I had a job to do…and plus, I didn’t do sexcapades. Or so I had thought.
    After getting off the phone with Reggie, I pulled my bags onto the bed and started putting my stuff up. I needed to do something productive while I hid in my room. I kicked my heels off, and peeled down my slacks going for a more comfortable, unprofessional look as I pulled up a pair of jeans and slid on my slip-ons. I typically didn’t dress up for work, but the fact that I was being handed over my first interview