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was going to happen.  
    “Don’t you want to know what it is, Princess?”
He was still whispering huskily into my ear, his breath brushing deliciously
against my skin.
    I nodded.
    I didn’t trust myself to speak.   My heart was throbbing so fast and hard
in my chest and he was standing so close to me that I was sure he was going to
be able to hear it, to feel it, betraying the effect he was having on my body.
    “Say ‘yes’,” he instructed.
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, I want to know what you have that I
want.”  
    Colt grinned wickedly.   “What I have… that you want… is Declan’s
address.”   He reached into the
pocket of his shorts and pulled out his phone, holding the screen out to me.
    My cheeks burned with disappointment.
    “What did you think I was talking about,
Princess?” Colt asked innocently, like he knew exactly what it was I’d thought
he’d been talking about.
    “Let me see that,” I said, grabbing his phone
out of his hand.

 
    Declan Keene
    102 Huckleberry Street, Apt 3D

 
    Just seeing Declan’s name there, in black and
white, filled me with a calmness I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
    I closed my eyes.
    Declan.
    Finally.
    Finally, I knew where he was.
    “I’m going to see him tonight,” I
declared.   “Can you… can we write
this down?”
    Colt took the phone out my hands and shoved it
back into his pocket.   “I’ll print
you out a copy when we get to the office.”
    I nodded.   I wanted to say ‘thank you’, but then I thought, screw that.   He’d been teasing me, messing with my
mind, getting off on playing with my mind.
    I hated that my body responded to his touch,
his presence, his body.   I couldn’t wait to get away from
him.   I would never tell Colt this,
but I was hoping Declan would offer to let me to stay with him.   And if not, all I had to do was buy my
time until I got my first paycheck from Colt.
    And then I could stay far away from him.
    I had to.
    He was making me feel things.
    Uncomfortable things.
    Things I couldn’t afford to feel.
    Things that would only lead to pain.

 
    **

 
    When we got into the office, Colt immediately
went into business mode, all traces of teasing and cockiness wiped from his
voice.
    “Here,” he said, placing a cell phone down and
a ten dollar bill down on the desk in front of me.
    I picked it up.   “What’s this?”
    “Your phone.”
    “My phone?”
    “Yes.   You need a phone if you’re going to be working here.   So that I can reach you.”
    “Why can’t you just reach me on the office
phone?”   I picked up the cell and
felt its lightness in my hand.   It
was a shiny new iPhone, gun-metal grey and
beautiful.   I’d never had a phone so
nice.   I’d had cell phones
before   -- tracphones and flip
phones, the kind of phones that didn’t take pictures and charged for each text
message, the kind of phones you had to buy prepaid cards in order to use, the
kind of phones that would get broken if you so much as jostled them.
    “I might need to get in touch with you after
hours,” Colt said.
    “Oh.”   I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of the phone.   “Okay.   Well, thank you.”
    “Don’t thank me,” he said, making it clear that
he wasn’t doing me any favors.   “It’s a company phone.”
    I nodded.   “And the ten dollars?”
    “In case you want lunch.”
    He sat me down at the computer and showed me
how to start entering figures from vendor receipts into spreadsheets.   I’d had computer classes in my group
home that had taught me how to use all kinds of different programs -- Microsoft
Office, Word, Powerpoint, even Quickbooks and Photoshop.
    I caught on quickly, and after a few minutes,
Colt left me to my own devices.   I
found the work soothing, the monotony of tapping away on the computer providing
my normally racing mind with something to focus on.
    Colt was out of the office most of the
morning.   Every so often I would
hear him talking