Although spending yet another glorious day making love, watching movies, cooking and eating with Alan, she had to pay attention to real life. Real life meant rewriting the column Alan’s techie friend had yet been able to rescue, earning money to pay the rent as well as send her mom and sisters some cash. She startled when Alan came up behind her and wrapped her in his arms. He smelled like her soap and her shampoo and it turned her on that he did. He sneaked his hands inside her robe and cupped her breasts. “Good morning, beautiful.” She twisted out of his grasp. “Nope. I need coffee and then I have to get to work on my column. It’s due later today and I hate taking my deadlines down to the wire.” He held up his palms in surrender then backed against the counter. “What kind of column do you write?” She filled the reservoir of the coffeemaker with water then found a filter and set it in place. “I’m Dear Annie. I give sex advice.” He bellowed a laugh. “I knew I’d found a gem in you.
