Speaking to the police has me on edge, and I think that Sylvia can tell. A small part of me wishes that she had not been there for all of that. What is a person supposed to say when you’re asked to lay out every person you’ve ever come in contact with who may or may not hate you? I also have an embarrassingly long list. I guess that is just what happens when you are in the business world. It’s more cutthroat than I realized. The three of us –Sylvia, Lillian, and I, wind up standing out in front of the precinct after a long-winded what felt like an interrogation.

“If they ever ask you to come back here, always call me,” Lillian says and stretches her back slightly. “I can tell they think that pinning it on you is going to make this go away. They’re not doing their jobs. And at this point, it’s pretty obvious it wasn’t you.”

“What about the lawsuit?” I ask.

Lillian shakes her head and stifles a laugh. “Don’t worry about the lawsuit. I’m telling you, James, I’ll be surprised if that even makes it to court. There is an investigation open for sabotage –there is nothing to sue to you about. It was not your fault. So unless they find that your company was being neglectful, making it easy for someone to poison your supplements, no one is going to be able to sue you. So relax a little.”

“I’m finding that hard to do,” I say, and I feel Sylvia gripping onto my arm for reassurance.

“You’re going to be fine.” Lillian says as we walk towards the nearest parking deck.

Halfway to our cars, I decide to act like a jackass to distract myself. “So, how’s Daisy?” I ask Lillian, referring to her wife whom we had had a threesome with not long ago.

Lillian rolls her eyes. “She’s fine. Thank you very much.” And with that she storms past us to her car. I don’t think I can let her live that down, but I know I should play nice seeing as how she is my lawyer. She is really helping me out a lot here, so I guess screwing with her about our drunken encounter really is not a wise decision.

“What was that about?” Sylvia questions.

“Nothing.” I say and offer her a warm smile. “Thanks for coming with me. I didn’t realize all of that was going to get so personal.”

“Well, I certainly learned a lot about you. I would have hated to have missed all of that.” She grins. “You know, listening to you talk about all of the people who may or may not hate your guts made me realize something.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re an asshole.” She laughs. Well, I am not sure whether or not I should laugh too. I hope this doesn’t screw things up with us. She hooks her arm in mine again and then gives me a quick slap on my rear. Awfully flirty –especially for her.

“Um…” I say under my breath. I’m confused. She’s calling me an asshole and flirting with me?

“Listen, forget about all of that. Everybody has baggage.” She smiles brightly at me as we approach her car. She had been the one to drive us here, giving my personal driver a break. “Why don’t we head back to my place, what do you say?”

Well, today has certainly taken a turn. I smile. “What do you think?” I ask. We climb into her car, and she pulls another fast one on me. Instead of heading home, she drives us further up into the parking deck until locating a more secluded area. I suspect I know what she has in mind, but I really would hate to put my foot in my mouth. “Whatcha doing, Sylvia?” I ask.

She unbuckles and then turns to look at me. “Well?” she beckons me towards her, waving me over with her finger.

I get out of my seat quickly and hop over on top of her in the driver’s seat. I search frantically for the lever to pull the seat back, and when I find it we both crash down so abruptly that our teeth smack together. “Shit!” I say, both of us with our hands at our mouths investigating whether or not our teeth are still in tack or if we busted our lips.

She laughs at my clumsiness. “Good job, James.”

“Oh, shut up.” I say and work quickly at changing the mood. I work my hand up her skirt and yank her underwear down and onto the floorboard before pulling my cock out of my pants. She reaches around and pulls my drawers down a little further just so she can pinch me on my ass. I kiss her lips, and there is a tingling sensation after the violent impact we had had only a moment ago. We both press on, choosing to ignore the mild pain.

She has a small car, so we’re a little compacted. It makes it difficult to get her top off, but I manage. She’s wearing another impressive lacey bra that unhooks in the front. She always has the sexiest lingerie. I’m pretty sure she knows exactly when we’re going to be in the act because no woman dresses up her breasts like this every day. I unhook the bra, and the straps remain draped on her shoulders as I kiss and lick her perfectly round nipples. She’s a little ticklish, so she stifles her giggles with excited groaning.

Sylvia reaches down and starts toying with me with her fingers, turning me on just as easily as she always does. Every time I have sex with Sylvia I have to remind myself that it’s real. This is my fantasy chick. The woman whose body I stared at every day on my way to work on that big billboard for Éclair’s company. I had always thought that it had to be photo-shopped, but I had been wrong. She really is that perfect –all except those colored contacts of hers that have to be hiding some sort of grotesque something –I assume as such because no one is that perfect. I wonder for a moment if maybe she has two different colored eyes or something like that, and for some weird reason that turns me on too. That’s a really weird-ass fetish to have.

Once I’m inside her, Sylvia starts clawing at my back in all of her excitement, working her hands further and further up the back of my button up. She moves her hands around to my front to unbutton so that she can touch my chest. I remind myself of a second factoid. She had told me I was her fantasy guy too. She said she kept one of my posters for Shattered Inc. –one of the ones showing off my bare chest –in her apartment in front of her treadmill as motivation. That is a pretty big win for me to know that she has daydreamed about me before too. It’s almost too perfect.

Soon she is screaming, and we have her little car shaking. We wind up sliding further down in the seat, and my rear hits on the horn. We both laugh, and I pop my head up to look around outside of the car in the event we had drawn attention on ourselves, but thankfully no one is out there at the moment. I cum inside her, and she squeals excitedly. Who knew after that shitty interview at the police department that I would wind up screwing around in their parking deck? Works for me. It’s sort of like a big fat Fuck-You to the local police who are doing a shitty job at savaging my company’s name.

Sylvia and I clean up, both panting slightly and still on a sort of erotic high after our latest sexual encounter. We head back to her apartment for round two.