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emissions. Xenia smiled at him, kissed his lips softly as he completely settled. Then, he held her steady as she shifted onto his lap. He rubbed her chin, smiled sexily and said, “Now that … was the stairway to heaven…”
    H e gently kissed her, rubbing his lips up and down hers before snaking his tongue back inside of her mouth…
     
    ***
     
    Saint exited the bathroom, a thick black towel wrapped around his sculpted body while soft chillstep music now played, replacing his beloved jerky, heavy bass tunes from just moments before. Xenia remained at her bathroom sink, brushing her teeth. He looked around the bedroom.
    “Baby,” he called out . “Have you seen my phone? It was here on the nightstand and now it’s gone.”
    “Yeah, it fell on the floor. Look by the side, there,” she yelled back around a mouth full of toothpaste. He looked back at her and winked.
    “Okay,” he muttered as he continued to scan by his side of the bed. He finally saw it, lying face down. He bent down and picked it up. “Here it is. Thanks.”
    He checked his ‘missed calls’ and noticed several, but the one that stuck out immediately was Valerie’s. She rarely contacted him, which caused him some concern. He sat down on the side of the bed and listened to the voicemails that had accumulated.
    “Yo man, this is Raphael. We was thinkin’ about comin’ down this summer for a va-cay, or maybe in the fall . Let me know if that’s cool and what your schedule is like. Get at me dog. Woof! Woof!” Followed by laughter.
    Next call…
    “I see you have changed your voicemail greeting once again, Saint. Are you some sort of moonlighting Disc Jockey? Spinning records at will? And for God’s sake! It’s too bloody loud! Please excuse me while I repair my split eardrum. Is it truly necessary to have such garish music playing during a phone greeting? In any case, I’m sure you know that this is George. There are five meetings scheduled next week, one of which is off site. The Jamboree Rainbeau Conference in Tallahassee is approaching and I need to speak to you about a faction there that may be of interest to you. Also, it was a pleasure having lunch with you the other day. Thank you for picking up the tab, though it was highly unnecessary. Had I known in advance, I would have ordered two lobster tails versus one. Have a good evening.”
    S aint chuckled and went to the next voicemail.
    “Saint, it’s Lawrence. The new guy, Taylor—you know, the twenty-three year old from Arkansas? He said his mother has gone crazy, threatening him. I’m not sure what the hell exactly is going on, but she’s threatened to not only come up here to L.A. and take him out of our protective custody, but has told his girlfriend she will kill her if she doesn’t leave her son alone. He wanted to speak to you. Let me know a good time he can have some one-on-one time with you. Also, I need to talk to you about some other matters. Thanks.”
    Always some bullshit goin’ on ...
    He rubbed his chin and played the next message, casually looking back at Xenia who was now washing her face .
    God , I love that woman ...
    “Hi S aint, this is Valerie…” Saint listened to the rest of her voicemail and immediately called her.
    “Hey Valerie,” he said as he readjusted on the bed.
    “Hi Saint, are you busy? I’m so sorry to have called you this late.”
    “No, it’s fine. I played your message back … so you wanted me to stop by?” he asked as he slowly stood and made his way to his closet, looking for a pair of jeans and a shirt to put on.
    “Yeah, everyone is getting ready to leave now, but I could get them to stay. Things are not going well .” She exhaled loudly. “I don’t know what to do. These meetings aren’t doing much. I know it’s only been five of them, and I know these things take time but Naomi is so frustrated, Saint. I offered to help her tonight, and now I can see what she is talking about. It’s like they want the relationship,