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    “Never mind, Warren,” I said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how early it was.”
    “Are you all right?” came Warren’s incredulous voice.
    “Yes,” I said, closing my eyes and forcing myself to calm down. “I’m fine. Sorry, buddy. Maybe next time.” At those words, the image of Victor leaving me the night before sprang into my head and my face flushed.
    “Well, hey, I have to be on your side of town today anyway. I’m going to Fish’s at two to watch the game. Want me to stop by?”
    No. That’s not what I want at all. What I want is Victor.
    “Yeah, that’d be great,” I said. “You’re a real pal.”
    “Man, you’re feeling pretty wound up, huh?” he said, chuckling.
    “I dunno,” I said, faltering. “It’s hormones or something. Okay, give me a shout before you head over.”
    “All right, buddy. Wear something nice for me?”
    “Sure. How about nothing?” I quipped.
    “Perfect.”
    “And bring a condom.”
    “On it. Later.”
    I hung up, feeling like I had just placed an order for Chinese take out.
    Hours later, I lay next to Warren, post-coital, flushed, and sweaty. He had certainly helped me work out my frustration. But I was still…upset. Why did Victor reject me? Did he want me or not? And why did this bother me so much? I had plenty of interests and friends and goals and things to keep me busy in life. The last thing I needed was to develop feelings for someone. Someone with a violent past and who played hot-and-cold games. That’s exactly what I didn’t want. But then…why couldn’t I just let these feelings go?

XV. Challenge
    I didn’t see Victor again until class on Tuesday. I was still upset about his escape stunt, and I didn’t care how big and bad he was—I planned to make him suffer. I put on my slinkiest outfit acceptable for a Tuesday morning class with a bunch of writing nerds: a white, clingy, low-cut V-neck shirt paired with a tight, black mini-skirt. I added hoop earrings, heeled ankle boots and a necklace that hung in my exposed cleavage. For one last touch, I threw my dark hair up into a messy ponytail, sweeping my bangs over one eye for a flirty look. I looked in the mirror and was satisfied with the result—I was not hiding a single curve of my body.
    Grabbing my leather satchel (not sexy, I know), I took myself and my thirst for retribution out the door and headed to class.
    My plan was to arrive late so I could make Victor watch as I sat down. I knew the right moves—bending down ever so slightly so he could catch a glimpse of cleavage, crossing my legs so the skirt would reveal a little more thigh. Hell, I could be as over-the-top and sex-addled-looking as that ridiculous girl he calls an ex-girlfriend , I thought. With the class in its third week, I knew the seating had pretty much become permanent, and I was sure nobody would take my usual seat next to Victor. I would make him eat his heart out.
    When I arrived at class, I found I was right about my seat but I timed my entrance a little too late. The professor was already speaking, and papers were being passed around the class. I wouldn’t have any time to talk to Victor and place my well-prepared digs strategically into our conversation.
    Damn, I thought as I slid into my seat as inconspicuously as I could. My goal had not been to bend over and have the whole back row gape at my butt.
    As I sat down, Victor took in my outfit and raised an eyebrow at me. I looked straight ahead, stuck my nose in the air, and crossed my leg deliberately.
    Hah! Get an eyeful now since you didn’t want it before, you jerk!
    In response, Victor slid a sheet of paper onto my desk. It was a copy of the assignment that the professor had been handing out as I walked into class. He had thought to grab me a copy. I felt a brick drop to the pit of my stomach, but I pushed all feelings of guilt or shame or even gratitude aside.
    When the professor, explaining the assignment, turned to write on the board, I leaned