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wasn’t in their world, but she had many of the same characteristics as women in the last category. Beautiful but untouchable, cold as ice, and if they ever “let you” have sex with them, they never really let go of their inhibitions, never called out your name, never had a loud-ass, holler-at-the-moon type orgasm. They were just too pretty for all that.
    At least, that’s what Brendan thought Tracy was. At the Grammys she’d proved him wrong.
    Brendan shed his clothes and tossed them across his bed, heading straight in for a shower. He hadn’t showered at Meghan’s this morning, slipping out before she was even awake. First time he’d ever done that. And all Tracy’s fault.
    His bathroom, like the rest of his apartment, was sleek, ultra-modern lacquered bachelor cool. Women might visit him here, but they never slept over. Never, no one , not ever . This was his sanctuary, made for one person only; it had a huge bedroom suite and enormous living space, and open loft-style rec room and adjoining kitchen overlooking it.
    The kitchen being in the loft, adjacent to the rec room, and the bedroom downstairs was a feature that his realtor said pretty much guaranteed that he’d never sell the place unless the buyer wanted to gut and remodel it but Brendan didn’t care. He had no intention of conforming to anyone else’s standards of what an apartment should be like, not when he could afford to do whatever he wanted.
    He stepped into the shower and turned on the jets. He had an eleven-thirty appointment to go over the final details for the opening of the Lounge Two-Twelve. Two-Twelve was his and Shawn’s newest venture. They had long planned, and now were finally opening a chain of nightclubs in all the happening cities around the country, beginning with the flagship in Manhattan. A week from today the doors would open to what they expected to be the flyest joint in the tri-state area.
    Probably because of Riley’s influence, Shawn was now all about taking charge of his own wealth, not patronizing places like Xander’s where the owner had no compunction about taking your money as a patron but wouldn’t want you living next-door to him in a million years. So Two-Twelve was their nod to keeping Black wealth in the Black community. Between them, he and Shawn knew dozens of young Black millionaires who were spending like there was no tomorrow, but hardly ever at Black-owned businesses. Two-Twelve (named after the Manhattan area code) would hopefully begin to shift their loyalties back to their own community in the nightlife arena and later, Shawn and Brendan’s plan was to work on more substantive things, like music management and ownership. It was crazy how many artists didn’t realize that they didn’t even own their music.
    Thinking about business, and about music was a welcome distraction for a moment, but soon Brendan’s mind wandered back to Tracy. He looked down. Yeah, he was thinking about her alright. And the Grammys. Always back to the Grammys.
     
     
    Brendan didn’t believe his ears at first. She wanted to skip the parties? Tracy. Skip the celebrity parties . But more confounding was that she would skip them just to sit in a room with him watching movies. He agreed to it almost just to call her bluff. But once they were in her suite, him in jeans and a t-shirt and Tracy in a pink flannel PJ bottom and tank top, he saw that he’d underestimated her. She wasn’t just one thing. She could do the laid-back night at home thing just as well as the going out being fabulous thing.
    For the first hour or so they’d watched broadcast television then decided to pick a movie and argued good-naturedly over what to watch. Finally they picked a Colin Farrell cop movie because Tracy claimed the last time she was in L.A. she’d seen him and he winked at her.
    “Sure he did,” Brendan laughed.
    “Why?” she asked with a pout. “You don’t think I’m cute enough for Colin Farrell to wink at?”
    Brendan let his