I am just having a lazy afternoon in my apartment when I go to answer a knock on the door. I probably should have checked the peephole. As soon as I opened the door, Éclair slipped in and closed the door behind her. “I only have an hour,” she says and throws her purse and kicks off her shoes right by the front door. She tosses her coat off and puts her hands against my chest, pushing be back towards the bedroom. The joys of having an anti-relationship relationship.

“Whoa, hold up-” I start to say, and she backs me into my bedroom door. She presses her lips into mine and pulls at my shirt. Éclair starts to work her hand up my shirt to touch my bare chest. She must have had a rough morning. I almost go along with it, but I break my lips away from hers and put my hands on her hips to gently pull her off me. “Éclair…”

“What?” she snaps, “What’s got into you today?”

“I’m, uh,” I am not really sure what to say exactly to prevent her from giving me hell; I deduce that there is no way to phrase it without receiving her wrath. I just go for it, “I’m seeing someone.”

She laughs, “Oh? Are you?” She keeps touching me as though she thinks I’m joking and I’m going to strip down for her right now. “Are you two exclusive?”

“Well,” I speak nervously, “Not exactly. We have not really talked about that yet.”

“Who is the lucky lady?” Éclair asks and puts her hands on her hips, still standing uncomfortably close to me.

“Her name is Sylvia. You used her as a model once.” I say.

“A model? I’m impressed.” Éclair laughs again, “Sylvia? The name does not sound familiar. But I have used a lot of models. Well, if you two are not exclusive, I see no reason why-” she reaches out and touches my chest, but I pull away and step aside so that she can no longer back me into the door.

“Knock it off, Éclair,” I say although she is right. Sylvia and I have not even had sex yet; it’s not like we’re official. “Whatever this is between you and me, I can’t keep it up right now.”

Éclair rolls her eyes, “Listen, James. Whatever is going on between you and this Sylvia person is not going to last. Do you know why?”

I frown, not caring for her assumption, “No, why?”

“Because you have no idea how to operate in an actual relationship, James.” She says, “You have no idea what to do. You and I have something that works. It’s just sex. What are you going to do when it is something more than that?” She kisses me again.

I guess I convince myself that she is right. The next thing I know we are heading back to the bedroom, and she gets us both out of our clothes fast. She throws herself back onto my bed and spreads her legs. I climb onto the bed and go to kiss her face, but she stops me and grabs me by my ears, pulling my face down to her. She knows I’m such a desperate dumbass in the bedroom that I’ll do anything. She makes me lick her labia before she lets me obtain any sort of satisfaction for myself. She spreads her legs wide; I start to work my way up, but she pushes my head back down. Really? I keep going for a few more minutes before I attempt to move again, but this time when she tries to push my head back down I grab her by her wrists and hold them above her head while I plunge inside of her. “Assertive, aren’t we?” she asks.

“Shut up,” I say. I know she likes it when I take the lead, but she will never admit it to me. She likes to be the one in control most of the time, but so do I. It’s like a constant battle whenever we’re in bed together. She’s really wet after my mouth work, so this is becoming increasingly pleasurable for me. I squeeze her wrists when she tries to move, and she groans excitedly. Yes, I know she likes me to show her that I can be in control.

When it’s all said and done, she does not take her time. She has to get back to work. Like she said, she only had an hour, and I wasted time arguing with her about whether or not we were going to sleep together at all. I am home, and it’s my day off, so I don’t rush to get dressed. I might just walk around naked. Who cares? It’s my apartment.

Éclair redoes her makeup in my master bath, and when she comes back into my bedroom, she says, “Listen, James, I am not into being the whole other woman, if you know what I mean. When or if things get serious between you and this Sylvia woman, I’ll happily step back and find myself a new fuck buddy, but for now, don’t waste my time arguing with me.” She leaves my apartment, letting herself out. I laugh at myself once she leaves. I laugh because I’m picturing myself in a serious relationship. Who knows? I mean, I just met Sylvia, but we will see what happens.