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solution to the sex problem. It absolutely would prove a point.
    I laughed as I walked to the bus stop. Sex problem. That wasn't a phrase that was generally a part of my thought process. In fact, sex wasn't something I thought of much at all. At least it hadn't been, until recently. Being apart from Blayne on our honeymoon had kept me from thinking about it, more or less. The only time the subject had come up had been when people had heard we were on our honeymoon. But then we'd come back to Philadelphia and he'd started with this whole strange thing about us sleeping together.
    After that, I'd started thinking about sex more than usual. More specifically, sex with Blayne. It was no longer only annoyance at the deceit or whatever it was Blayne was trying to pull. No, his insistence that we'd had sex made me wonder what sex with him would be like. And it happened at the weirdest moments. It would probably be normal to fantasize about him late at night, when I was ready to fall asleep. But I'd be in the middle of sketching out a new design when I'd started thinking about what I'd like to design for Blayne to wear. Something that would show off his body... until I tore everything off of him and threw him down on the bed...
    Fuck.
    That was exactly the problem I'd been having. One thought, no matter how innocent, would start a toppling effect where things became non-innocent fast. I wasn't even entirely sure if I wanted to have an affair to show Blayne I wasn't interested in him, or if I was hoping it would stop the repetitive thoughts of sex and help me regain focus. I was all for a healthy sex life, but it was getting in the way of my work, and that was exactly what I didn't want. If I had wanted to put my career second to sex, I would've done so through a relationship rather than fantasies about a virtual stranger.
    The penthouse was empty when I got there, but that didn't surprise me. Part of Blayne's agreement with his father had involved employment. I knew Blayne was now working at one of his family's businesses, but I didn't know which one. He hadn't seemed happy about the situation and I hadn't wanted to pry. He did, however, maintain regular hours now, which meant he wouldn't be back for at least another few hours. If I was going to do this, I didn't want to explain what I planned to do. Not because I thought it was any of his business or because I believed he would be upset with my intentions, but rather because I didn't enjoy discussing my personal life with anyone, much less talking about sex with someone I’d only known a few weeks.
    I tried to work for the next couple hours, but my lunch with Katka hadn't made things better. If anything, they were worse. I kept worrying about tonight, about where I would go and what I would do. Where was the best place to meet someone? What kind of man did I want to meet? Businessman? Graduate student? Did I really care about what he did or did I simply want to do something I'd never done before and focus on appearance? I didn't like to think of myself as a superficial person, but if I was going to have a one-night stand, I had to admit I was leaning toward physical attraction rather than the type of person he was. I wasn't planning on staying around afterwards or spending more time with him.
    Finally, as afternoon turned to evening and it neared the time when Blayne would normally arrive home, I made my decision. I would take my sister's advice and go out.
    I approached my attire the same way I did anything else, with logic rather than what I thought looked 'sexy’. My first choice had been skinny jeans, but then I realized that if I did pick someone up, shimmying out of those jeans to have sex, then having to put them back on would be more difficult than something that required less maneuvering. I traded those out for an easy access skirt, and then set to work finding a blouse that would match and be visually appealing.
    By the time I finished, I was sure Blayne would be home,