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but also a measure of
playfulness. “I’m a woman.”
    “ Fair enough,” I said,
chuckling. “I’m Jesse.”
    “ Nice to meet you,
Jesse.”
    “ Same here,” I
said.
    “ So, Jesse, what are you
doing out here?” she asked me. “Don’t you have someone inside you
want to kiss at midnight?”
    “ Hell no,” I said, taking
a hit off my smoke. “I’m running away from someone,
actually.”
    “ No shit?” she said. “Me
too.”
    “ Is that
right?”
    “ Yep,” Eve said. “He’s my
boss. He’s been trying to get me in a compromising position for
almost a year now.”
    “ That sucks,” I
said.
    “ It is what it is,” she
said. “And it’s not like I dissuade it. As long as he thinks he has
a shot he lets me do whatever I want.”
    I laughed and shook my head.
    “ What?” she said. “If he’s
gonna act like an ass I’m at least going to take advantage of
it.”
    “ No, no,” I said. “I hear
you. It makes perfect sense.”
    “ I think so too,” Eve
said, taking another puff. “What about you? Who are you running
from?”
    “ My personal assistant,” I
said. “She thinks it’s part of her job to make sure I’m happy all
the time.”
    “ Isn’t it?”
    “ Not like that,” I
said.
    “ Oh, I get it,” Eve said.
“She’s old, fat and ugly, right?”
    “ Actually she’s a 21-year
old former model from Sweden.”
    “ Bullshit.”
    “ I’m serious,” I
said.
    Eve gave me a sideways look tinged with
disappointment. “So you’re gay then?”
    I laughed. “Nope.”
    “ Married?
Girlfriend?”
    I shook my head.
    “ Then what’s the
problem?”
    “ It’s simple,” I said. “I
don’t shit where I eat.”
    “ Makes sense,” Eve said.
“But what about in the same vicinity?” she continued, looking at me
with one eyebrow raised.
    “ What do you mean?” I
asked, not wanting to be presumptuous.
    “ Well, you don’t want to
fuck someone that you work with, but what about someone who works
in the same building?”
    “ Hypothetically?” I
said.
    “ Of course,” she replied,
smiling ruefully.
    I shrugged. “I don’t see a problem with
that. Assuming there was someone at the building that was
interested in me.”
    “ And if there was?” she
said.
    “ Is there?”
    “ Perhaps,” Eve said, her
mouth turned up in a little grin. “Of course, she isn’t 21 any
more, and she isn’t a Swedish supermodel, but she does know her way
around the bedroom and she’s pretty damn hot to boot.”
    I dusted off the last of my cigarette and
dropped the butt onto the ground and put it out with my foot. Then
I took a couple of steps over towards her. “Are you saying you want
to fuck me?”
    “ That depends,” she said,
leaning back, playing it cool.
    “ On what?”
    “ On whether or not you
want to fuck me .”
    I looked her up and down. “Sure,” I said,
trying to act serious but unable to hide my grin. “I’ve had
worse.”
    “ Oh, I’m sure you have,”
she said, replying instantly, not wavering for a moment. “But I
guarantee you’ve never had better.”
    “ Is that
right?”
    She nodded confidently. Then she grabbed my
hand and led me back into the building. “Come on. I’ll prove it to
you.”
    Five minutes later we were in my office with
the door locked behind us while the New Year’s Eve party wound down
a few doors down the hall.
    “ So what do you think?”
she said, hopping up on my desk. “Are you ready to tap this little
ass of mine?”
    “ Hell yes,” I
said.
    “ Good,” she said. “Because
I sure as hell want to get me a piece of you. But before we get the
dirty stuff, we have to have a little discussion first.”
    “ About what?”
    “ My preferences,” Eve
said.
    “ What about
them?”
    “ I’m not one to take
things easy,” she said.
    “ Is that right?” I asked,
intrigued.
    “ Yep,” she replied. “I’m
not afraid to get a little freaky. Even on the first night. Is that
okay with you?”
    “ It’s more than okay,” I
said.