Our main character moves into a ritzy apartment when she takes a writer-in-residence fellowship at a local university. She discovers that she shares an elevator and hallway with a celebrity, whom she likens to a wild stallion on the verge of bolting. A power outage dictates unwilling interaction between the two. They do a delicate dance of getting to know one another, while negotiating a burgeoning attraction. This work has no infidelity in it. It's just a frothy celeb fantasy with a little bit of heat. It's written in first person from one character's point of view. The title refers to what TMWillson said to me as I struggled to write. Please don't read if you are squicked by RPF. Thank you.