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You know when something is really delicious and so tempting that it goes without question that it’s not good for you? Like an ice cream sundae, or a big bar of chocolate. Sure, it tastes good in the moment. But then you wake up and have to force yourself on that treadmill at the gym. And the regret hits you and you wish you didn’t cave into temptation. That’s what Louie is. Temptation. A fine, tall, sexy, firm piece of temptation. He’s also something I shouldn’t want. That’s the thing about wants, though. You don’t need them. You just want them. And right now, I really want this man. “It’s been a very long time since I came.” As soon as the words are out, I realize my internal thought just became an external one. My hand comes up, covering my mouth’s betrayal, and my eyes widen. Maybe he didn’t hear me. There’s a chance he didn’t hear me, right? “That’s… How long exactly?” Louie asks, his eyes searing into mine. “Forget I said that. I wasn’t supposed to say that,” I blurt out. “How long?” he presses. “Long enough that I don’t even remember how good it was. I mean, I know it was good… I think…” I let my thoughts trail off. This is why I usually don’t drink. I have no filter when I do. “You think? Charlotte, if you think it was good, then you’ve never really come at all. Because if it were me, if I was the one getting you off, you’d remember that I shattered your entire fucking world. I wouldn’t stop until I made sure of it.” Louie’s voice drops an octave. His hand on my waist tightens, and I swear I melt. Like I’m nothing but a puddle at this man’s feet right now. Then the doors to the elevator open. And without a word, Louie guides me into what has to be the penthouse. I’m doing my best to ignore what he just said, and when I walk farther into the room and spot the pool through a set of glass doors, I head that way. Maybe I can drown myself and never have to relive this embarrassment. “Where are you going?” Louie asks when I tug my arm free from his grasp. “Swimming,” I tell him. “You’re not swimming, Charlotte. You’re drunk,” he says, his heavy footsteps right behind me. Why does the sound of my name coming out of his mouth send shivers down my spine? “That’s why we came up here. You promised.” I turn around and give him my best pout. “I didn’t promise. And you can swim when you’re not drunk,” he tells me. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not my dad, or my boyfriend, or my fiancé, or… Well, the point is, you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. And right now, I’m jumping in that pool.” Sliding the door open, I get one step outside before I feel Louie’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me back up against his chest. “No, you’re not. You’ll drown,” he says. I shrug a shoulder. “It’s not like anyone would miss me,” I tell him, shaking out of his hold. I lift my top over my head, not caring that I don’t have a bra on. “Christ,” Louie hisses. My shorts are next. They flutter to the ground as I eye Louie over a shoulder. “I guess if you don’t want me to drown, you’re going to have to come in with me.” I smile at him and then jump into the water. “Are you serious? Get out of the pool, Charlotte,” Louie growls. “Make me.” I cup some water in my hand and splash it in his direction. “Oh, look, you’re wet now. You might as well get in.” Louie stares at me as he silently removes his jacket, then his tie and his shirt. Holy mother of god, I did not think this through clearly. What on earth have I done? 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆