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she’s standing by me.
    “You and I are going to craft our love story.” Evan says dryly. “Yippee.”
    “Love story?” I ask.
    “With this issue, we’re trying to attract a bigger audience,” Britain explains. “That’s why we hired you. We want to appeal to women. Research shows that the type of erotica women tend to go for is erotica with a storyline.” She points to Andrea, and Andrea waves. “So I’ve hired Andrea here to write your story. Every issue, we’ll have a shoot and an episode.”
    “Titled, ‘The Seduction of Rylan Willow,’” Evan drawls.
    I snort.
    “It’s not a joke,” Britain says seriously, looking at me.
    “Oh,” I mutter.
    “Anyway,” Britain continues. “We were hoping to gain a little inspiration from your ideas. Who these characters should be, how the shoots should be themed, etcetera. We could just make it easy. Billionaire CEO and his adorable little secretary.” Britain nudges Evan with her shoulder.
    Evan scowls. “That shit is so overdone.”
    “Fine then, Rylan . What are your ideas?”
    Evan shrugs dramatically. “Why don’t you go all-out if we’re doing that whole dom-sub thing? Base it in a fucking BDSM club or something.”
    Andrea makes a face. “Too hard to write a story for.”
    “Come on, Rylan, you know better,” Britain says. “We need to work with what we have, too. Building a set for a freaking BDSM club would be way too difficult. Plus, we’d have to buy a bunch of kinky toys and shit.”
    “Work with what we have,” I mutter. Everyone’s eyes flicker to me. “That’s easy. We run out of a university, for crying out loud. Student-Professor.”
    The women on the couches start to murmur excitedly. While Evan groans, Britain’s eyes widen. “Dallas, you are a genius.”
    “Genius!” Evan cries. “This is the context of our real lives . He just taught me last week!”
    I shake my head. “But I’m not your professor. I’m a grad student.”
    “Aren’t you afraid of what this is going to do to your image? The next time you lecture, you’re going to have undergrads falling all over you.” If I’m not mistaken, there’s bitterness in her tone beneath all of that disgust.
    “I told you,” I say. “I’m done guest lecturing for this semester. And I’m done with teaching. Next year they’re letting me dive fully into field research.”
    This obviously isn’t what Evan wants to hear. She groans again and turns on her heel. “Well fucking fine . Give me a minute, let me go throw on some skanky catholic school-girl outfit and perfect my lip biting.”
    Britain rolls her eyes as Evan stomps away and slams the door to the dressing room.
    I sigh and push back my hair. “I should go talk to her.”
    “Don’t bother,” Britain says, but I ignore her.
    When I enter the dressing room, Evan is already standing in her bra and panties, sifting through racks of clothing. It’s hard for me to not stare at her delicious curves.
    “Go away,” she mutters, not taking her eyes off of the clothes in front of her.
    “Stop, Evan,” I tell her. “Look at me.”
    Her shoulders slump, but her eyes still avoid me.
    “You keep acting like this isn’t awkward for me too.”
    “It’s different for you,” she says, pulling a white button up shirt off the rack and chucking it behind her.
    “I have a girlfriend.”
    “Exactly,” she says. “And I feel like the whore intruding on your relationship.”
    “Evan. Evan, look at me, now .”
    She blinks a few times and her eyes find mine.
    “Don’t you ever call yourself that again, do you understand me? If anything, I’m the whore.”
    She traces a microscopic school-girl skirt on the rack, and I’m positive her ass won’t fit into it. Maybe that’s the idea. “How does your girlfriend put up with this?”
    “She loves it, actually,” I tell her honestly. She raises an eyebrow, and I continue. “She loves that it’s going to give us extra income. She even told me to act single on