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shut it off, can you?” His head shook as he slipped on his dress pants from the night before.
    “I love my job,” I said, capping the tube. “I live for my job.”
    “Then why do you only seem like you’re enjoying yourself when I’m buried in that exquisite pussy of yours?”
    My cheeks warmed as I pushed him away and headed out of the bathroom. He followed, his white button down shirt in his hands.
    Wilder rushed up from behind me, slipping his hands around my waist and tugging me close. “I just want to know that you’re enjoying yourself even when you’re not with me.”
    “I am,” I said. At least, I thought I was. I supposed if I laid my levels of happiness side by side and compared my time with Wilder against the rest of my day, my time with Wilder would have won by a landslide. I’d never tell him that, though.
    “Let’s get dinner tonight,” he said. “As friends.”
    I spun around and shot him a look. “Can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because we’re not friends.”
    His face fell slightly before a smirk took over his lips. “So if something happened to me tomorrow and you could never see me ever again, you’d be okay with that? Since we’re not friends?”
    “I’d miss him,” I said, grazing my hand over the top of his pants where his prized cock rested. “I’d miss him so much.”
    I’d miss Wilder too, maybe even more than his cock, and I hated that.
    He slipped his shirt on, studying my face as he fastened each button, and I stepped into a pair of red Gucci pumps.
    “Guess I’ll just eat dinner all by myself tonight,” he said with a faux frown.
    “I’m sure you have friends,” I said. “Lay the guilt on me as thick as you want, but I refuse to fall for it.”
    My phone went off in my bag. “Sorry, I have to take this.”
    He pulled his jacket and shoes on and followed me out to the hall as I took a call from a client who wanted me to show them a Brooklyn brownstone that morning. I promised him I’d do my best, but most showings needed to be arranged well in advance. As I tried to appease my client, I’d completely neglected to say goodbye to Wilder. I was already outside, heading up the street to the office, and he was nowhere to be seen.
    By the time I slid into my desk and placed a call to the listing agent on the brownstone, my phone rang again, forcing my heart to skip a beat. I knew who it was, and I knew he wasn’t going to drop the dinner thing.
    “You’re just not giving up on this, are you?” I said as I answered.
    “Hello? Addison? Addison, is that you?” It was my mother, Tammy Lynn.
    “Oh, sorry, Mom, thought you were someone else,” I said.
    “Oh, that’s fine, sweetheart,” she said in her full, Kentucky drawl. “The reason I’m callin’ you is because I have a bit of news to share.”
    “I heard,” I said. I couldn’t even fake excitement for her. At this point, she was just making a fool of herself by getting married more often than she replaced her vehicles.
    “Heard what?” She loved to play dumb.
    “That you’re engaged to some guy,” I said. Thank God she couldn’t see my massive eye roll.
    “He’s not just any guy, Addison,” she said. “He’s the greatest guy I’ve ever met in my entire life. I can’t wait for you to meet him and his son.”
    “One big, happy family,” I said as I responded to an email.
    “We’re going to come to the city in a couple weeks,” she said. “We’d like for the five of us to spend a little time together, and then he’s going to spend some time with his son, and I’ll spend some time with you and Dakota.”
    Mom still refused to call Dakota “Coco,” claiming she’d be damned if she called her anything other than her Christian name.
    “Okay, so two weeks from tomorrow, we’ll be arriving in the Big Apple,” she twanged. “Can’t wait to see you, sugar. I’m gonna let you go now. My man is taking me out for breakfast.”
    “Don’t you have to work?”
    She giggled. “He’s