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“Yeah,” I say, pulling out my phone to text Zach. “I guess it is.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just asking Zach if there’s a good bottle of champagne lying around.”

“You don’t drink,” she says.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“I don’t want to drink without you.”

“Fine, I’ll ask him to bring us some non-alcoholic fizzy.” I smile at her as I put my phone away. Then take her hand again and pull her towards me.

She smiles at me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened back there. I just… it’s weird. Or maybe not. It’s just a lot to take in. People don’t live like this.”

“I know,” I say, slipping my arms around her waist until I’m holding her right up against my chest. I gaze down at her. Smile. And it’s a real smile. Because she was the one who got away. “Did you get your money’s worth this weekend, Ms. Dumas?”

“I did,” she says through a small chuckle. “It was fun. A lot of fun, actually. And I’m sorry it started out with you being drugged and kidnapped. I feel so stupid about that now.”

I shake my head. “Don’t feel stupid. You had feelings. And you took control of them. I can’t fault you for that.”

“You’re not the man I thought you were.”

“No?” I ask.

“No. Friday night you were this enigma. This mystery. This bad guy who needed to be trapped and taught a lesson. Until we had that conversation at the Tastee-Freez.”

That conversation feels like it happened in another lifetime. But it’s been two days. Just two days.

“Then on Saturday you were this player, ya know? This man who wanted to flex his muscles and teach me who was boss.”

“You showed me, didn’t you?”

She laughs. “I’m really glad I played along. Because yesterday was everything I knew we could be.” Her smile drops and she’s serious now. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. Yesterday felt like a do-over. It was the chance to relive that weekend when we first met.”

“And today?” I ask. “Who am I today?”

She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out. “I don’t know. Some combination, I think. There’s definitely more to you than you let on.”

I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“But I’d like to,” she says. She looks down at my waist, places her hand flat on my stomach, then slides it up to my chest as she leans in to kiss me.

It’s wrong to kiss her back. But I do it anyway. I kiss her with all the passion she deserves.

Then everything happens at once.

Emma unbuckles my belt while I hold her face and kiss her mouth. Her hands grab my shirt, pull it out of my pants, and then her fingertips hastily unbutton it from the bottom up as I pull down the shoulders of her yellow dress until it reveals her beautiful breasts. It falls to her waist, then past her hips to the floor.

She drags my suit coat down my shoulders and a moment later it joins her dress. She quickly loosens my tie, unknots it, and whips it through my shirt collar.

And I get a little lost after that. Just stare at her as she pops the button on my pants, drags the zipper down, and reaches in to fist my cock.

It’s wrong. I do realize that. Because she doesn’t know enough to make this decision.

But I don’t care.

She starts to kneel, like she’s gonna suck my cock, but we’ve already been there and I’d like to try something new now.