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She turns around, straddling my lap but not making contact with my groin. Her eyes fixate on me, and I have a hard time keeping my thoughts out of the gutter.

“Like this?” she asks again.

“Yeah,” I croak out. “Eva,” I whisper, gazing up into her soft blue eyes. “You’re stunning, and I’m sure these men will fall to their knees when you dance for them.”

She bites her lower lip. “Benedict,” she whispers, and I nearly explode at the sound of her needy voice.

If I wasn’t in this office right now, if she didn’t think I was a priest right now, I’d do things to this woman. Things that should be illegal. Things that would never make her question if she would ever want to give up sex ever again.

It’s clear in my mind that I want this woman. Badly.

She continues to grind her body against me, and my body grows hard.

And she fucking notices. Her eyes slam into mine.

“Oh no,” she whispers. “I should get going. I’m so sorry.” She stands, nearly knocking over my entire desk. “I’m sorry,” she utters out, making her way toward the door.

“Wait,” I say, but she doesn’t.

She rushes from my office, and I’m left wondering what the fuck just happened.

I feel like shit, and the guilt weighs heavily on my system. I shouldn’t be making Eva feel this way.

Not now. Not ever.

I grab my phone from my desk, swiping it on and bringing up Vin’s contact.

He answers on the first ring. “What’s up?”

“I need you to look into a Christopher Matthews for me.”

“What’s this all about?”

“Just a hunch for now.” When I mentioned Gregory Saunders name to Eva earlier, there was a moment of recognition behind her blue irises. If she does know him it would most likely be related to her ex-husband.

“Okay. I’ll get back to you when I’ve got any information,” Vin says, and I thank him before hanging up the phone.

Hopefully we can get to the bottom of everything and get this trafficking ring taken down once and for all.

Chapter 18

Evangelina

I leave the church in a rush, my footsteps quick and unsteady as I make my way across town to Greer’s for Sunday brunch. The early afternoon sun beats down on me, but my mind is elsewhere, a whirlwind of confusion. My head’s a mess—thoughts tangled with guilt, desire, and uncertainty.

Who am I to cause the downfall and destruction of one man? The weight of it all presses down on me, suffocating in its intensity. I can’t deal with the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

Because when Benedict kisses me, there’s something undeniable between us. Something electric. It’s like a spark ignites the moment our lips touch, and it sends a shiver through my entire body. For a brief second, it feels like we could have something real, something lasting—maybe even forever. But that’s silly talk. It’s just a fantasy, a fleeting hope that has no place in reality. Ineed to remember he’s unattainable, out of reach in ways that matter most.

I pull into Greer’s driveway, grateful for the reprieve. The sight of her gorgeous home, with its overgrown flower beds and white picket fence, offers a sense of comfort. Today, I don’t have to think about the church or the priest who leads it. I can shut off my brain for a few hours and just be.

Before I can even knock, the door swings open. “Hi,” Greer says with a warm smile, her brown hair catching the light as she leans against the doorframe.

“Hi,” I reply, managing a small smile in return.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” She wraps me in a tight hug, her familiar scent of lavender and honey wrapping around me as she steps aside to let me in. The house smells of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and coffee, instantly calming me.

“You look amazing,” I tell her, noticing a radiant glow about her that I hadn’t seen before.

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