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“No.” One more firework. “All done here. Just go to the thirteenth floor, I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Okay, but just remember this isn’t a date, and I can go out and fuck someone else if I want to.”

“I remember,” he clips through his teeth. “But that means you can fuck me, too.”

I end the call as my memories propel me back into…

Navigating to the map on my phone, I follow it like the directionally challenged person I am.

When I land at the notoriously luxurious high-rise in downtown, I confirm that I have the right address.

Of course he lives here, why wouldn’t he?

***

Valeting my car felt illegal in a way I can’t explain, especially with the fresh bump caused by my mini wreck earlier with Reuben.

His turmeric hair and nori eyes flash behind my mind, but I shake them away.

Two men is a lot. I can’t possibly be interested in a third.

Except I am.

After years of getting with men because it was what I was supposed to do but not really enjoying it, having three men land at my feet that I wanted was making me topsy turvy.

I am on the thirteenth floor in Orzo’s apartment and…

He isn’t even here.

But that’s okay, I brought my laptop with me.

Scoping the space, I find it’s like a designer magazine threw up. Glossy marble floors, a kitchen that is industrial and stainless steel. Circling to the bar there, I settle into a plush velvet chair, dropping my overnight bag beside me, and ogle the Octclad pots and pans hanging.

Those are easily $500 each, and he has five!

I’ll wait until he gets here to ransack the kitchen.

Setting my laptop on the bar, I open it, refocusing on the task at hand.

I really need to get in touch with the web designer and B.L.T.

Those clients must be the disgusting side of rich.

I didn’t really know any gross men like that, but I had worked in enough high dining restaurants to understand when to dip and when to dive.

The vibes were off, and so I made the executive decision to skip dessert and skedaddle away.

I wasn’t paid for dessert anyway, so hopefully B.L.T. will understand.

Going onto the secure site, I find the web designer has messaged me.

Web designer: here is what you need to get paid. When you’re ready to transfer the bitcoin into USD let me know, or we can funnel it elsewhere too.

Cinnamon: I have a debit card.

Web designer: …

Web designer: …