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all, including a 1-800
number where dirty men can call in and talk to hot, young women.
I'm one of those hot, young women, but Noah doesn't know it and I
hope he never finds out. If he were to find out I'd never hear the
end of it, and then he'd tell Caleb.
    Noah's signature may be on my paycheck every week but
he thinks he's signing a check for my best friend , Kendall, who works as a secretary at his
office. She set the entire thing up, made up some excuse on why she
needed a separate paycheck for each job title, and every time I
deposit my paycheck in her name, I withdraw a small percentage to
help her out with taxes.
    Noah is none the wiser, leaving my secret safe...for
now.
    After eating the rest of my chicken and rice take-out
from my favorite restaurant down the street, I leave my glass of
wine on the counter in the kitchen and walk back into the bedroom
and strip naked. I change into my pink fleece unicorn pajama pants
and carry my black tank top with me into the bathroom so I can wash
my face before putting it on. I pull my hair up in a knot and brush
my teeth, glad my night's work is over and I can relax on the sofa
and wait for Caleb to get home.
    Sometimes I enjoy the solitude in nights like these.
As much as I love living with Caleb, I like my alone time, too.
There are nights where I've been alone for too long and complain to
Caleb about it, but not tonight. Tonight I'm going to sit around
and watch chick flicks, paint my nails and maybe treat my skin to a
facial. I'll make popcorn along with a mug of hot cocoa and relax
on the sofa until Caleb comes home. It's the perfect way to spend
the rest of the evening.
    A sudden burst of noise comes from the living room,
startling me because Caleb's still at work. While most women would
hide or maybe call the police, I run to see who's in our apartment.
With my black tank in my hand and drops of water running down my
face I enter the living room and halt suddenly as I try and cover
up my exposed breasts with the tank top. Noah is sitting on my sofa
in sweatpants and a hoodie , scrolling through my Netflix queue and eating an
open box of my favorite butter cookies.
    "What are you doing in my apartment?" I ask as I try
and catch my breath. He looks over at me as he shovels a butter
cookie in his mouth. A few crumbs end up at the corner of his lips
drawing my attention to his flawless mouth as I wait for a crumb to
fall in his beard.
    "Trying to decide if I should start that new Netflix o riginal show or watch
one of Kevin Hart's stand-ups." His eyes focus in on my chest and
the small amount of material I'm trying to cover up with. I'm
surprised when his cheeks flush a bright red. He's embarrassed...
and I'm immediately turned on. My nipples harden and I have to
suppress back a greedy moan.
    Whenever Noah's cheeks turn red, or he gets angry,
I've always been turned on. I can't explain why, but it's a bad
habit I need to learn to break.
    "Put your shirt on, shorty. I won't look." He covers
his eyes like a child and jokingly parts two of his finger to peek
through. Rolling my eyes I turn my back to him and slip the tank
top on so my body's covered.
    Turning back around I look over at the television and
Gilmore Girls is highlighted in the Netflix queue as if he was
going to choose it before I walked in on him. "Don ’ t you have somewhere else you
could be, like, I don't know, watching Netflix in your own
apartment?"
    He grabs another one of my favorite cookies and I
stomp over to him, grabbing the cardboard box before he eats all of
them.
    "Caleb texted. His boss is making him work through
the night and he hasn't had a chance to step away and call you yet.
He asked me to come over and check up on you. I walked in, you
weren't in my line of sight, and I was distracted by the food in
your kitchen so I grabbed the cookies. I was going to search for
you but then I heard you in the bedroom so I decided to sit here,
eat, and watch Netflix until you came out and I could tell you."