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check out her ass. It looks amazing in those jeans, and I have a flash of grinding against her the night before, letting my dick rub her sweet spot. She loved it. I had a hell of a time myself. In the bathroom on break. Picturing her sweet face and tight ass.
    The restaurant smells like home and looks like it too. The scents of gravy, bacon, and coffee mingle with the sight of the wooden frames and doors on the orange walls to immediately put the sights and smells of the club out of my mind.
    Yeah, I come here a lot. No, I never bring chicks. This is my place.
    Meredith collapses in a chair near the door and immediately pulls out her phone, fingers flying. I see Rebecca starting to bring the coffeepot my way and then doing a double-take at seeing me with a girl. I’m going to tip her so huge for keeping her mouth shut.
    “You must be really good at sex to get Rob to take you to breakfast,” she tells Meredith, and I try to will down the blush I can feel creeping up. Damn it, I haven’t blushed since third grade. Rebecca is getting the barest of a twenty percent tip today. The barest!
    “I am,” Meredith says, without even glancing up from her phone. I’m fairly impressed, and clearly so is Rebecca, because she can’t wipe the grin off her face as she fills up our mugs with strong, fresh Roasterie morning blend.
    “Two of the usual, please, and no more of the talky-talky,” I growl, and she all but skips off to the kitchen. Do I not intimidate anyone anymore? I guess if people see you in your pink heart-printed underwear a lot, they probably picture you like that all the time.
    “So. Talk to me about your roommate,” Meredith says when I stop glowering at Rebecca’s curly-haired head. She sounds like she’s hurting a bit, even if she has had two Bloody Marys to smooth the rough edges. A chance to save the day! Again! I dig in my pocket and produce a small bottle of Advil to toss to her.
    “You should take some of these, courtesy of the Meow. We like to take care of our ladies.” Signature wink. Ka-chow! She glares those intense brown irises, and I pretend I just had something in my eye. Do I not arouse anyone anymore?
    Maybe it’s time to retire the pink heart-printed undies.
    She chews on her lip, clearly mulling over the possibility I am feeding her poison or molly, and finally pops open the bottle and takes the pills sans water. Welp, I can’t exactly afford to hand free drugs out, and I’m not in the murder business, but I’m still impressed that when faced with those possibilities, she doesn’t even wash those puppies down.
    I like a girl who lives dangerously, and she’s two for two. Dun dun dunnnn in my head. I’m in distinct danger myself, of falling for her.
    “You’ll like Peter,” I address the original question about the penis she’ll be photographing. “He’s a good guy, very funny. He’s trying to break into porn because it pays better than stripping. And, apparently, he’s willing to pay a significant amount of money for good headshots. Wait. Get it? Head? Like—hea—”
    “I get it, I get it!” She cuts me off, but she’s definitely smirking. Everyone likes a good dick joke. “So. I’m taking headshots for a future pornstar. Huh. I really never saw this coming. Wait. Get it? Cause I said—”
    It’s my turn to cut her off, but I do it with a guffaw. Because everyone likes a good dick joke.
    “So anyway.” Meredith looks marginally more serious. “You aren’t interested in porn?”
    “Watching or filming?”
    “Filming.” She cocks an eyebrow. “Every dude likes porn. And evidently they’re paying well.”
    “You strike me as a girl who’d be into porn.” I can’t exactly tell what the right answer is here. Does she want to take my penis pictures? Or does she want reassurance that I’m actually not planning a career in the adult industry?
    “Maybe,” she says, and I still have no idea.
    Our food blessedly makes it to the table, so I am off the hook. For a