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. Will do. I swoon my way over to Rafael s place, but I m more than alittle disappointed to see another man answer the door.Somethick-skinned dude in his thirties with a mustache and a beerbelly.Mexican, judging by the name Fernando, and probably justa friend of Rafael s because he doesn t seem remotely interestedin checking out my assets.But there s another guy in the kitchen a white guy in widearmy jeans and a stained army green tank top.He tips his capto me, and his blue eyes follow me as I sit down.Definitely intomen. Are you Eric? He glances over at Fernando, though clearlytalking to me. Yeah, is my clever reply.There s some ominous air in theroom, and it s not because of the musky smell from the rolled upcigarette Fernando is sucking on.There s just a lot of eye glancingand smirking going on between the two guys.It doesn t feel right.I m half tempted to leave, but Rafael asked me to come. You wan a hit, guerito? Fernando asks, passing his nasty-smelling cigarette to me.I wave it away. No thanks, I don t smoke. Army boy chuckles coldly, and Fernando joins in with a laugh.Jeez.It s like I m in a 1980s B-class gangster movie, but thenI realize that it s probably no ordinary cigarette; it s probablymarijuana or some shit like that.Damn.Don t tell me Rafael s a junkie, cause I don t do junkies. You ve never tried any? Army boy asks, leaning on his armon the table. And risk erectile dysfunction? No way.I love my cock toomuch. Army boy chuckles. That s bullshit.This stuff is harmless. Isn t that what dealers say when they re trying to get someone 48 Erica Pikehooked? The smile on his face doesn t reach his narrowed eyes.Damnme and my big, fat mouth.I should respond to the next one witha shrug. Who told you I was a dealer? My shrug turns into a shudder. No one.I m just sayin. Fuck! He s a dealer? That must mean Rafael s mixed up insome shit.The front door opens and closes, and I empty my lungs ofair for the first time since stepping into this kitchen.Rafael, theembodiment of all that is beautiful and sexy, enters the room andglances at Fernando and Army dude.A wide smile spreads acrosshis face when he sees me. Cosita! You came. Over and over, I say with a wink.I can t help smiling when he laughs.So contagious, and I lovethat he gets my humor.Army guy twists in his seat and looks up at Rafael. Did youknow your guy here s as clean as a whistle? Of course, Gavin, Rafael says with a coy smile. That s oneof the things I love about him. The words your guy and love have my insides doing theCha-cha. But you, he continues, turning on the Mexican dude.Thenthere s a very fast, very intense shouting match in Spanish that Ican t understand.Rafael gestures at Fernando s joint a lot, andFernando flails his free hand in dramatic motions.Rafael smilesat Gavin after he s had his last word with Fernando. When are you guys leaving? Me and my guy have things todo. Oh God, I just came in my pants a little when he said that.Does this mean we re boyfriends now? Jotos, Fernando mutters when he leaves the kitchen towards ABOLUTELY ERIC 49the exit. Not like you haven t sold your ass for drugs, primo, Rafaelcalls after him.I get a nice, long, tongue kiss when we re alone.I melt intoRafael s body while he mouth fucks me.My brain goes all fuzzy,and I wonder if it s Rafael s hot tongue sliding against mine orthe swirly, nasty smelling smoke in the kitchen that s causing it. I m sorry, he whispers while he shoves his hand down mypants. Did you wait long? Just ten minutes or so. I suck air when his nimble fingersfind my cock. Well, don t mind them.That s just my idiota cousin and hisfriend.Fernando knows he s not supposed to bring drugs here. I m so glad Rafael doesn t do drugs.I m too much into thisguy to break up with him. CHAPTER 7I live in my own sweet little Rafael world for two weeks beforeI decide I have to snap out of it.I m feeling more than a littleguilty for cancelling my study sessions with Adam.I also hate thatnagging feeling that I ve missed something vital in class becauseof my several absences, and there s a big essay due in two weeksthat I haven t started on.But that s not all.I m spiraling head-first towards the magazinedeadline.I ve only written one of the two articles, and I have thisginormous writer s block when I sit down to write the column.As much as I love writing, my heart truly lies in editing.That swhy I chose to study English with focus on literary theory.Afteran hour of poring over the column, I decide I seriously need togo down to the office for some brainstorming.My head s so full of things I need to do that I forget to callAlex to tell him I m on my way.I haven t seen him once since thatnight at the club, but I hope enough time has passed for him tohave gotten over it.Now, if only my insides could stop twisting atthe thought of seeing him, I d be just a little bit less stressed out.My stomach lurches when I see him talking on the phone inhis corner glass office.He never took his jacket off last summer,no matter how hot it was, so I m a little surprised to see himwithout one as he strolls around with a pen in hand.He reallydoes have a beautiful face.His lips curl, stretch, and pucker in asexy way as he speaks, and his black eyebrows constrict as if he sstanding his ground with whomever he s talking to.He doesn tlook half-bad like that.He actually looks rather confident, like ahotshot businessman smack in the middle of a negotiation.There s a flaming red movement in his office.It s Paula,only with dyed hair.She grins at me and slips through the openglass door, giving me a brief earful of Alex s strong, demandingbaritone voice as he answers his caller.I ve never heard him talklike that.It s a bit of a turn-on. 52 Erica PikeAs the door closes, Paula rushes over with a squeal and pullsme into a hug. I ve missed you, pooh, she coos, her expensive perfumeslapping my nostrils. Hey sweetie, how are ya? It s as if Alex can hear me through the glass, which I knowis impossible because I can t hear him talking on the phone.Hespins around and drops his pen as soon as his eyes connect withmine.Klutz.I give Paula another squeeze and walk into Alex s office assoon as he hangs up.Out of habit, I sprawl out in one of his black comfy chairs infront of his desk without an invitation. Hey, Alex, how are ya? Alex s office is as neat as ever with only two piles ofmanuscripts on his desk. Hi, Eric.I wasn t expecting you today
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