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the floor.
    He grabbed a towel and covered himself.
    I rolled a look up at Julia. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little busy right now.”
    “I’ve been looking all over for you. I was beginning to think you were dead in a ditch somewhere.”
    “Oh, if you could only be so lucky.” I stood.
    She gave me a disgusted look and averted her gaze. “You walked out on some very important people.”
    “They were no more important than anyone else who buys my work. And did they buy one?”
    “That’s not the point.” She tossed her chin up. “People like to see you and talk to you.”
    “They like to fuck me too, so what’s your point?” I fondled my cock.
    Julia glared at me, then Roy. “You’re disgusting, Paris. Absolutely disgusting.”
    “My apartment. I can do what I want.”
    She grabbed the plates off the table and stormed into the kitchen. The clatter of porcelain hitting the sink was so loud something had to have broken.
    Julia returned. “So this is why you left the showing? To get your rocks off?”
    “Rocks had nothing to do with it. I wanted a good fuck, and I found it.”
    “So…” She raked her gaze over Roy. “Is he one of the wait staff, or did you grab the first piece of ass on your way here?”
    “Don’t be so jealous. He swings both ways. I’m sure if you ask nicely he’ll give you a ride.” I winked at Roy.
    If he turned any redder, he was going to pass out from the lack of blood.
    “Not only does he have a quick recovery,” I held my hands up. “He’s got a really big—”
    “Shut up, Paris.” She jabbed at me with one of her ruby painted nails. “Just shut up. You’re nothing but a sick bastard.”
    “Hold on.” Roy held up a hand. “Don’t talk to him that way.”
    Julia sneered. “Why don’t you crawl back to whatever alley Paris dragged you out of?”
    Roy clenched his jaw hard enough to make the muscles in his face jump. I was about to apologize to him when his shadowed gaze met mine. He wasn’t upset for himself, he was upset for me.
    But Roy was the one who didn’t deserve Julia’s abuse. I don’t think he could have aimed a harsh thought in her direction.
    No such inhibitions existed for me. I propped my hand on the table behind me and leaned back, displaying all my assets.
    “Put some clothes on, Paris, before you embarrass yourself more than you already have.”
    “I’m not the least bit embarrassed.”
    “Go get dressed.”
    “Why? Last time I checked this was still my apartment. It’s late. I plan on going to bed. The only way I sleep is nude.”
    She hissed. “Don’t you have a shred of decency?”
    “Nope. Now if you don’t mind, I think you should go. Roy’s going to throw me over the table and stick his cock in my ass.” I grinned at her. “Or maybe you’d like to watch?”
    The rage in her blue eyes glowed. Only one thing could happen now, and I didn’t want Roy to see it. To him, I said, “You should probably get dressed.” He flicked a look at Julia. “It’s okay. She’s like this all the time. I keep telling her she should get laid.”
    I walked Roy into the studio. He dressed so fast he didn’t have time to button his shirt. A streak of dried cum stained the thigh of his slacks.
    “Send me the cleaning bill,” I said.
    “A friend who owns a rental store gave it to me.”
    “Tell the store to send me the replacement cost. I’ll get them something nicer.”
    Julia’s stare beat against my back from across the room. Roy went to the elevator, jacket in hand. I stopped him as he stepped inside and claimed his mouth. A surprised sound bubbled from his chest. He pushed his tongue against mine and fought me for dominance.
    How did he learn to kiss me so well in a short amount of time?
    I let him go, and he stopped the doors from closing. “I want to see you again.” Roy felt his pockets and came up with a business card made from cheap paper. “That’s my cell. If I don’t answer, leave a message and I’ll call