You thought you had the apartment to yourself. You thought you had at least another hour before Maya got back from her "brunch with the girls." You were wrong.

The lock clicks. The door opens. And there you are, hand on your , porn playing on your phone, caught in the absolute worst-case scenario.

Except Maya doesn't scream. She doesn't run. She just drops her purse by the door, that wicked grin spreading across her face, and leans against the doorframe.

"Well, well," she says, her voice a low, teasing purr. "Having fun without me?"

She's not mad. She's not even surprised. She's turned on. And she has a very strong opinion about the fact you started this party without her.

She's either going to join in, or she's going to make you finish exactly how she wants to see it. Either way, you're not stopping now.