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gratitude to muddy the waters. She is a friend doing me a huge favor – not rebound
material.

“You’re here early.” I point out to break the silence. Sanya’s nod causes the puffy
ball of hair at the top of her head to bounce. Her red anchorshaped earrings dangle
when she looks down at her feet.
“I was jealous,” She admits sheepishly. Her brown eyes find me again. “I don’t
really take vacation time. I know you aren’t having fun, per se, but it still sucked being
there knowing you are here.” She attempts to shrug like it isn’t a big deal. “I took
tomorrow off, too.”

I smile. “Are you sure about this? Maybe you were nervous about me roaming
your domain without your supervision.” I know what it is like to let someone in. It
took me two weeks to get used to Cassie being in my condo.
She shakes her head emphatically. “That’s not it at all. I would have never given
you a key if I was that jumpy.” Something about the way she says it makes me believe
her. I don’t know how to feel; grateful to have company for the next day and a half
or worried that we may be too attached to each other. Frankly, I am happy to see her.
I immediately start planning our Tuesday before I shake the thoughts out of my head.
Sanya said she was jealous I was off but didn’t say she planned on spending every
waking moment with me.
“Have you eaten yet?” Her question triggers my stomach. It growls, and I pat it.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, no.” She picks up one of my bags and heads
towards the hallway.
“Let’s drop these in your room and go for lunch.”

The weight of my bag tips her little body slightly to the right. She doesn’t
comment on its weight. “I can carry that, Sanya,” I insist after she takes a few test
steps. My duffle bag is almost as big as her, after all.
She shakes her head left to right and trudges to my room. Sanya kicks off her
heels halfway into our journey; her little determined feet dig into the wood as she
powers on. I will not lie; my eyes find their way to her ass. Her efforts to haul my bag
pull the material of her skirt taut showing me the outline of her panties. My man
brain is already conjured up six different color possibilities, deciding on navy blue
with white polka dots, before I realize what I am doing. I groan inwardly.
New plan. Avoid Sanya at home.