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to see her face when I come, I want to stare into those too green eyes. So just as I am about to come I open my eyes to gaze down at her.
    I ’m lying alone in my bed, one touch from coming over a dream. Fuck. Me. I drop my head back and close my eyes, decidedly ignoring the second erection she has left me hanging on. I will not jack off over a dream. I won’t do it. I refuse. So I just lay there my jaw creaking under the taut pressure, and wait for it to relax enough that I can move at least.
    When the pain of an almost bursting dick subsides to the point its just another erection making me horny, I climb out of bed and make my way to the shower. Everything in my home is white or masculine gray, at least my designer tells me it ’s masculine, and my bathroom is no different. My feet pad over the heated slate floor into the shower. I leave the water on cold instead of my usual high temperature, and pray to God that this erection goes away.
    This isn ’t the first time I’ve dreamt of a woman, but it sure as shit is the first time it’s been a woman I’ve known. I don’t like it. There are a lot of thing’s I don’t like about this situation with Henley. But this? This is at the top of the list. I don’t need a woman invading my home life. Especially not one like Henley.
    As I step out of the bathroom, a towel slung low across my hips, my phone goes off. The caller ID shows unknown number, but in my profession that is not uncommon.
    “McKerrick,” I snap into the line. As angry as I am I know it is going to influence every thing I do until it dissipates.
    “ Connor hey, I’m glad I caught you,” the female words are obviously attempting to be sultry but it’s not the voice I want to hear. Not that I want to hear her voice per se… I just want a chance to tell her to leave me alone.
    “ And this is…?” 
    “ Adalin… Adalin Hirsch… Hirsch pharmaceuticals?”
    “ Oh… right,right. Levi’s daughter… what can I do for you Miss Hirsch?” Great. Now I have business associates daughters calling me at home. Just what I need. I run my hand down my face in exasperation, waiting for her to continue.
    “ Well several benefits are coming up Connor. I think it would be of a… mutual interest to both our companies if we attended them together.”
    So she wants to be seen on my arm in public is it? Well I can agree that there are benefits to this idea. Namely making me money. “Alright, give your details to my assistant,” I respond before ending the call. I don’t have the time or the inclination to deal with her.
    I dress quickly, pulling on some dark jeans and a sweater, before walking into the elevator at the front door of my condo. For the top three levels the foyer opens directly to the elevator, but you need a key card to even get the elevator to go up here. I take my security and my privacy seriously. You may think I ’m weird for all this never take women home thing, but I’ve been on the receiving end of a female stalker before. I don’t need any repeats.
    Taking the elevator down from the top floor is like an exercise in patience, as people get on or get off, women getting on eye me up with appreciation. I try not to notice. I need to take a walk, get a cup of coffee, and find something to fuck before I lose my mind. And it needs to be in that order or I ’ll be such shit company even the easiest woman is going to want to pass.
    As I step out of the elevator, I stride straight through the marble lobby of the building and out into the wet Seattle morning. The chaotic city noises drone in the back of my mind, calming me, as I walk the mile between my condo, and the coffee shop at the corner of the waterfront park.
    When I slip inside the small coffee shop, the pickings are slim. Normally the women I would fuck are still in bed from a night of partying, but I have to get this out of my system… now. To heavy, to short, not enough tits, to much tits. And yes, there is a thing like to much tits.