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"Yeah, another pencil-necked professor," I say with a laugh.

"Hey, my dad is a pencil-necked professor," she replies, punching me playfully in the shoulder.

I pretend to wince. "But he's really nice," I reply.

"He is," India says and adjusts my collar.

"But you don't want someone like your father," I reply.

"He is too much of an egghead for me."

"That's right. You want a man of action." I grin at her, pulling her against my hips. "Speaking of which, I want to get some more."

She smiles up at me, a coy look in her eyes. "You're insatiable."

"I am."

I kiss her and soon, she's forgotten all about Marina's little trip to check on her.

Later, we're lying together, basking in the afterglow of our mutual orgasms when India rolls over and lies on top of me.

"So, are we going to be out as a couple? I mean at work?"

"People already suspect," I reply. "If you want people to know, you can let them know. If not, I'm fine with it."

"You don't care?"

"Not at all," I reply and run my fingers down a strand of her hair. "I don't care if they know or if they only guess. It doesn't matter."

She nods and sighs. "I'll play it by ear."

Then she rolls off and gets up, grabbing her dress and thong, and walking to the bathroom for her ritual after-sex pee. I lie on the bed and listen as she finishes and washes her hands. I don't feel a need at the moment, so I stay on the bed.

She dresses and leaves the bathroom, taking the hallway to the living room. I wait for her to return, but she doesn't, so I get up and pull on my boxer briefs.

India is in the living room, and she's reading texts, her hand over her mouth.

"What's up? Marina already working on you?"

She glances at me and holds her cell out.

I take it and read the text. Just as I thought. Marina's at work.

MARINA: It felt suspiciously like you and Jon were together when I was over there earlier. What’s going on?

I hand it back to India. "What are you going to say?"

"I'll tell the truth," she says. "That you came over to talk about some upcoming business and made supper. It was nice. That's true."

"Okay," I say, narrowing my eyes at her. "That's not the entire truth. But like I said, I’ll leave it up to you what to reveal."

She nods and types on her cell then hits send. She hands it back to me so I can see what she's written.

INDIA: Jon wanted to go out for dinner and talk about Pacifica's upcoming contracts before he goes out of town. I didn’t feel like going out so he offered to cook. It was nice.

"That's not really true," I say and hand her back the cell. I can't help but feel a bit impatient with India because she won't stand up to Marina. "I never offered to take you out for supper."

She makes a face. "I know…" I hear a little ding, indicating an incoming text. She checks the cell.