Keep my word, and call Emily

I step back, then grab my boxers and pull them on. “Rielle, I’ll be happy to have you as a client, but I’m going to be faithful to my girlfriend.”

She pouts, then sighs. “Well,” she says grudgingly, “that’s what I would want from you, so I suppose I can’t complain. But if you ever break up with her,” Rielle says firmly, “I have dibs. You understand me?”

I have to smile. “OK, Rielle.”

She gets dressed and leaves; once she’s gone, I pull out my cell and call Emily. “Are you free, baby? I need you.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks, concerned.

“I just had a client come on to me hard, and I’m really horny,” I tell her.

“I love you, Andrew,” Emily says, sounding absolutely delighted. “I’ll meet you at your room.” She lowers her voice. “I was daydreaming about you in class. I’m really horny, too.”