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live-ins is creeping back to mind.
    “ I do love the salon. Having my hair brushed is one of my favorite things . ” She lets her long, brown locks cascade past her shoulders, landing near her bellybutton.
    Dusty knocks, coming in before I say enter .“ Didn't know you were in a meeting . ”
    “ How could you ? ” I reply, motioning to the door .“ Is this about Avery ? ”
    “ Yes, it is. Have you made a decision ? ” Dusty remains in discreet business mode. I check the computer for staff schedules .“ Viviana. Tell Avery she's limited to one hour, though . ”
    “ Done deal. Anything I can get you two ? ” Dusty looks curiously at Devon.
    “ Yes, actually. Devon is interested in becoming a member . ”
    “ Really? How exciting . ” Dusty switches int o“ new best frien d ” mode .“ I ran a basic check on you already. Mind if we go a little deeper ? ”
    “ Not at all . ”
    “ So, Devon, now is a good time to go with Dusty. There's an application you'll need to fill out . ”
    “ You sure? We were having such a nice conversation . ” Devon whines a bit, taking Dusty's offer of a hand to help her up .“ Yes, I'm sure . ” Suddenly the view of her luscious legs becomes more important, getting a full glance as she leaves with my assistant, since I don't know when I'll be alone with her again, if ever. This is fine, though, as I have other things to attend to with Avery set and my main parties already handled. At least, I think they are.
    I check the computer again, seeing Nixie is still in the building. What a sham e— I was hoping Marina would have given in by now. I'm not worried that she will, though, and tomorrow might bring me quite a story about the details of Marina's birthday dessert. I shut the office down, having done my job for the evening. Knowing Harlow's at home, and after that unpleasant memory recurring, it's best if I finish early tonight.
     
     

CHAPTER 16 – Cougars and Wolves
    Escorting a statuesque woman has a strange circus act quality for me. I am short, and there's no hiding it. I mean, short, like 5 foot even, as in 5 feet no inches to add. I used to pray at night for god to hear my wishes for wanting to be taller. Then came the time to accept my lack of altitude and own it. I'm comfortable messing around with girls of all sizes, but Devon is like a skyscraper to me at nearly 6 feet in heels. Am I walking her or is she walking me is the question, as I take her to a small room with a laptop, desk and chair. I've had a few rendezvous in here, usually a sneaky quickie, nothing substantial .“ I'm going to stand outside the door while you fill out the application. Cool ? ” I tell Devon, handing her a file of paperwork.
    “ Why? I don't mind you being in here with me . ” Devon opens the file, looking over what's inside.
    “ I appreciate it, but I want you to have privacy . ”
    “ Even though you're going to strip me of it with these forms ? ”
    “ Sorry, it's just the way business is run. Most of the papers are questions to answer. Cherry likes to make sure your head is in the right place before joining . ”
    “ I hope she's not expecting an essay on why I prefer pussy to cock . ”
    “ Not an essay, rather an honest statement . ” I'm almost out the door before being called back in.
    “ Do you have a pen? How about a drink from the bar ? ” Devon inquires.
    “ Here's a pen, and the drink will have to wait. It's best if you are sober, well, at least sober-ish, while filling out the papers . ”
    “ Try 'far from' . ” Devon is totally beyond her limits.
    “ I'll check on you in a few . ”
    Stepping out, I steal a few minutes o f“ me tim e” , checking out my possibly-soon-to-be girlfriend hanging by her ankles from silks. Besides height, I wanted flexibility, and I didn't get that either. I can hardly sit crisscross apple sauce, but man, Kristin can spread her legs, spinning and twisting, doing splits in the air. This show she gives feels like it's only