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Especially since she’d introduced two new considerations -howwere people getting around the identity verification, and at least equally concerning,were folks slinging dick on my app?!

Wait, correction.

Were folks slinging strap on my app?!

This was the kind of thing Hunter would’ve complained about – me getting derailed from what I was doing in “non Proxy” time, which was usually giving him my attention, to do “Proxy” things.

Yet, whenhewas busy with work stuff, and I had to entertain myself during time that was supposed to beours,it was fine.

Another red flag I never should’ve ignored.

My air conditioning kicked on, bringing a little hint of a “breeze” with it - a breeze that brought that nauseating scent of Calvin’s misdelivered food wafting into my space. I immediately wrinkled my nose, trying to keep it at bay, to no avail.

I had to get it out of here, one way or another.

A glance at the time told me it was later than I’d even realized – certainly too late on a weekday to order something else. There was music coming from his apartment, but I’d come to understand that didn’t mean anything – there wasalwaysmusic, even when he wasn’t being obnoxious.

This was a time when I wished we’d exchanged numbers – I could just shoot him a text, or call.Verybriefly I entertained the idea of grabbing it from his customer profile, or messaging him in the app, but that was a privacy violation Idefinitelydidn’t need to be getting involved in.

I was going to have to go knock on the door.

Shit.

I stuck the food in aProxybag I had from a delivery of my own, cleaned the grease off my counter, and then headed for the door. I was halfway out when I made a quick u-turn back to my bedroom to put a hoodie on over the lounge shorts and tank I’d been wearing.

I didnotwant to knock on that man’s door looking like a booty call.

With a little more coverage on my side, I resumed my task of closing this loop I’d been pulled into, through no fault of my own.

I knocked… and didn’t get an answer.

Knocked a little louder… no answer.

Knocked as hard as I dared… and still no answer.

Hm.

Probably sleeping, I told myself, then turned back for my own apartment. I’d just tell him about it when I saw him next, or maybe slip him a note.

Yeah.

I’d slip him a note.

I was already formulating it in my head as I opened my door – and thenhisdoor opened, finally.

And his dick stepped outside.

I mean… Calvin stepped out.

Dick first.

He was wearing boxers, sure.

But like… damn.

Why can’t I look away?

Is it… hypnotizing me?!