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point.”
    “What?” No. The point is this boy – yes, boy – is related to my boss , so, I think, he is more than likely to overstep me and make me look bad to his uncle. He’s new to the game and power-hungry. I was that way once. Hell, I still am, except now I’m aging as well.
    “She’s right.” Luna gives her unsolicited opinion. “You’re not freaking out about this because you think he may take your job. You’re afraid of hooking up with him and jeopardizing your career because of it.”
    I raise a finger at her as she takes a potato chip out of the bag sitting on her lap. “First off, I’m not freaking out. Second, I’m genuinely concerned about my job. This guy’s a kid. I’m not hooking up with anyone .” Although now I’m picturing him naked, and I’m impressed. A smooth chest with rock hard abs, a rounded ass I can hold onto, and legs like a soccer player. I’ve spent the night with my fair share of men, but never someone so young. I’ll admit the idea does intrigue me.
    Luna drinks her bottled water and rolls her eyes at me. “I give it a month before you’re dating this guy.” She speaks at a rapid pace and always with such a knowing attitude.
    “Two weeks,” Cheyenne pipes in, holding her fingers like a peace sign. She waves her hand at the group like she’s Chuck Woolery.
    Everyone places their bets and for the first time in a long time, I’m offended. My life is a game of roulette and I’m the ball whipping around the wheel, the crowd cheering and hoping I land on their number. In this case, the number of days or weeks until I succumb to sheer horniness. This is what my life has become.
    “Wait. You’re all guessing on how long until I sleep with this guy? Do you think I should be running some sort of a sex addict group instead?” I don’t only have sex. The men I date take me out to dinner and movies. Most times we go dutch. Sometimes, I treat.  
    All the women look at each other and then burst out laughing. “Not at all Cassie,” Noelle assures me, only slightly bringing ease. If anyone can bring reason to this group, she can. She’s the oldest of us all, having turned forty-five two weeks ago, and as a veterinary technician, she helps pet owners feel comfortable when she’s assisting their animals. Her kindness is something the group needs. “You started this group because you wanted us to be able to work through any issues stopping us from committing to long-term relationships. We’ve all discovered some reason why we’re holding ourselves back. This is your pattern.”
    Pattern? I never realized I had a pattern. No, I don’t. I don’t have a fear of commitment or a desire to put notches on my belt. None of these guys have piqued my interest enough to maintain something longer than a month, and, even if they did, I’m much too busy with work to be involved in a romance. Besides, I don’t plan on getting married, so is there even a point to calling someone my boyfriend? That sounds so high school, anyway.
    Cheyenne’s voice scratches like nails on a chalkboard when she tries to explain. She’s a sweet girl, but too cocky after her one Introduction to Psychology class. You’re not a psychologist!   “You meet a guy and pretend you’re not interested, play a little cat and mouse. Just when he’s about to give up, you give in. You date him, or whatever it is you call it, for a few weeks, and then the minute he starts to show signs of wanting a commitment, you break it off and move on.”
    “Who? Who’ve I done that with?”
    They all begin rattling off names, including Monica who tends to stay quiet most meetings. They think they know me so well, but if they were involved with any of the men they mentioned, they would understand why I broke it off. I don’t want to get married. Marriages don’t last and also produce children, which I also do not want. I was subjected to my half-ass mother the first eighteen years of my life, and I’ll be damned if I put