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to get Stephanie out of my mind since that first night after The Rack; the way she responded with nothing more than an erotic sigh when I open hand smacked her ass, the way she clenched enthusiastically around me when my hand wrapped around her throat. I found that I got a raging hard-on every time saw a woman with red hair, and I knew I had to have her again. But after her detached disinterest, I’d been hesitant to approach her a second time without more ammunition.
    None of what I learned contradicted my first impression of her in the slightest, but it served to make me a lot more apprehensive. Her father, Adam Brier, was the owner and Editor-in-Chief of The Sound Wave , one of the biggest entertainment magazines in the United States. Her mother, Moira Wilson Brier, had passed away several years ago, but before her death, she had been one of the most influential rock and roll photographers of the last two decades. Stephanie seemed to slide right in to the family business. It was a decision I could respect, having had to toil over whether or not to follow in my father’s footsteps.
    When Red was still in high school, she was already one of the most sought after cover photographers in the music industry. The biography Jay provided was so preposterous I made him produce the links for me. I scrolled through page after page of her portfolio in disbelief. I owned several CDs that featured her photographs. I was sleeping with a phenom—in more ways than one. Jay was so good at what he did, he even managed to locate her email address for me. I owed him one.
    In the past two weeks since I’d emailed her and we’d met at The Rack, I’d learned a lot more about her sexual tastes, but that was about it. One fact crystallized: she was definitely the least sentimental girl I’d ever known. By appearances, she was all woman, but she moved around in the world like a man who had his eye on the prize and didn’t give a fuck who he stepped on to get it. While I initially admired this attribute, as the days passed, I was really starting to despise it. Sure, it meant great things for me between the sheets, most of the time, but, let’s be honest. I’m a man’s man. Born with a quiver full of testosterone, I was depleting my store at an alarming rate with Steph. She was wearing me down. I had to get my head back in the game.
    Only I had the feeling this was shaping up to be much more than your Candyland style hookup. This wasn’t going to be short and sweet, by any means. She was going to go all Dungeons and Dragons on me, all chainmail and daggers. I could feel it underneath her fingernails and it excited me.
    “So it’s Sunday morning. Shouldn’t you be headed off to church or something?” I teased, preempting her need to make excuses for why we never had breakfast together...or lunch...or dinner...or even coffee.
    She always had a reason we couldn’t hang out. She had no interest in meeting for drinks, going to a movie, or any of the various other suggestions I’d made. If I didn't know better, I’d think she was embarrassed to be seen with me, but since Red didn’t give a fuck about anyone’s opinion, I was pretty sure that wasn’t the issue.
    “I haven’t set foot in a church except on Christmas or Easter since I was kicked out of parochial school.” She laughed, spilling half of the M&Ms on my expensive sheets. I’d tossed girls out of my place for much less, but I had no intention of scolding her when she was in such a sharing mood.
    “You? Parochial school? No fucking way.” Suddenly interested in much more than the way her hips moved, I sat up, pulling my blanket over my lap, which slid her closer to me.
    A snide look crossed her lovely face. “Oh, yeah. Catholic school. I made it as far as freshman year. My confirmation name is Stephanie Bonnie Mary Magdalene Brier.”
    I pursed my lips in distaste. “Your parents must have hated you.”
    She smiled, seeming to be genuinely amused. “Hey! I got to pick