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Princeton. This alternative, moving out, is
a hell of a lot more expensive.”
    “You’re turning green. And for your information, you look
ugly in that color.”
    “I’m not jealous,” I say. “I hate him for the same reason you
do—because he pisses where he eats.”
    “You haven’t even met him yet.”
    “I already know.”
    She flattens her black maxi dress with her hands, walking
back and forth in the living room space. “You’re incorrigible.”
    “You’re pacing. What other things should we point out?”
    She hits me with her handbag, and I try hard not to grin.
    When she settles down, she says, “After six months, we can
go back to Princeton.”
    She can keep listing off the reasons why the move to
Philadelphia is better—that her parents live close by, that Daisy can still
attend prep school, that Lo’s comic book business is
already downtown, that my commute to Penn has been shortened by an hour—but in
the end, she wasn’t given a choice. Scott told her to move. And she did.
    Not even that, he chose this townhouse. He didn’t let Rose
look for a new place that would fit production’s ridiculous requirements.
    I glance at the purple fringe cloth that covers the coffee
table, large white candles lined in a row. Production actually hired people to
decorate for the psychic’s arrival. As though she’s living here too.
    “Just don’t ask me to be nice to the psychic,” I tell her,
just now noticing Ben, the skinny cameraman, walk down the stairs. He directs
the lens at us.
    “I don’t care what you do,” she says, “as long as you’re
here.”
    I try not to look shocked by her declaration. Our tight
postures relax, and I draw her to my chest and rub the back of her neck. She
melts into me, her normally stiff body finding a moment to slacken. I stare at
her fiery eyes that never seem to soften, even if her body does.  
    “But I thought you could do everything by yourself,
darling.”
    “I can,” she says, raising her chin again. “But I like your
help…sometimes.” Her gaze falls to my lips, unsure of herself again. She’s
waiting for me to make a move.
    My lips brush her cheek. “I’m going to spread you so wide,
Rose. Your whole body will ache for my hard cock.” She tightens against me.
“You’ll come before I fill every inch
of you.”
    A noise catches in her throat, and her hands drop to my
waist, hurriedly feeling around for my battery pack to the microphones we wear
beneath our clothes.
    “Forget about the cameras,” I tell her. Ben takes this
moment to skirt around us, the camera whipping towards Rose’s face. He’s
another obstacle, a puppet of Scott’s. Just
fucking wonderful. I could shove the camera at the wall, but I resist the
violent urge.
    I bring my hand to the back of her head, my lips right
beside her ear. “You saw how big I am. Imagine that inside of you, all of it,
pounding hard until you can’t breathe.”
    “Connor,” she warns, her voice weaker than normal.
    I grip her hair between my fingers and tug, her chin jutting
up.
    Her mouth opens, and she stifles a sound that wants to come
out.
    With one hand to the small of her back, I push her body
harder against mine, and her cheeks flush.
    “Don’t be afraid of me,” I whisper lowly in her ear. “I may
not always be on your side, but I have your best interest at heart.”
    When I release her, she withdraws, taking two steps back and
clearing her throat. She readjusts her handbag on her arm and then says, “I
don’t think I can forgive him for that bathroom.”
    She completely drops what just happened. And Scott is the
last person I want her to divert to after I just talked about fucking her hard.
    “To be fair to Scott,” I say with a dry smile, “the bathroom
has four sinks and two showers. It’s not as if it’s small. Each shower is even large
enough to fit five co-eds.”
    “It’s communal. I
don’t know how they did it at Penn, but I had my own bathroom, shared with one other