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I chastise myself for getting caught by him yet again. How does he do that?

Chapter Four

That evening, Mia and I meet at our favorite rooftop bar for that raincheck. The city sprawls below us, a tapestry of lights stretching into the horizon. The air is warmer than usual for this time of year; the gentle breeze carries the sounds of music and laughter.

“To good news,” Mia toasts, clinking her glass against mine.

“Good news?” I raise an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

She grins widely. “I got accepted into the clinical trial for this new drug. My doctor thought I’d be the perfect candidate for it, being as I can’t take any of the currently offered meds.”

My glass hovers mid-air. “Wait, what? How did you?—”

“Dr. Patel mentioned it during my last appointment. It’s supposed to be a game-changer.”

Alarm bells ring in my mind. “Mia, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Her expression falters. “Why not? This could be the solution I’ve been waiting for. I want to stop being such a prude all the time. I mean, I like my toys and all, but you gotta have the real thing once in a while.”

I hesitate, choosing my words carefully. “I have reasons to believe that Zenith Corp might be involved in some unethical practices regarding that drug specifically.”

She frowns. “Wynter, are you sure? This could really help me.”

“I’m working on getting the full picture. Just…promise me you’ll hold off until I know more.”

She sighs, swirling the last of her cocktail in her glass. “All right, but don’t take too long; the trial is supposed to start soon and I don’t want to miss the opportunity. You know insurance sucks about giving coverage to new drugs, they only want to pay for generics, and it takes at least ten years to wait for that to happen.”

Changing the subject, I tell her about my encounters with Romello. She listens intently, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.

“Sounds like someone’s caught your attention,” she teases.

I scoff lightly. “Hardly. He’s infuriating and cryptic.”

“Not to mention rich and uber attractive,” she adds with a wink.

I feel a blush creep up my neck. “That’s beside the point.”

She laughs. “Maybe, but don’t let your guard down. Men like that can be trouble.”

“Trust me, I know.”

Later that night, I find myself replaying every interaction with Romello. There’s a magnetic pull I can’t quite explain, a dance of curiosity and caution.

That still doesn’t stop me from feeling a flush when my mind wanders to him. To that strong physique hidden underneaththose designer suits. The subtle, nonchalant way he flirts without flirting.

My hands drift down and slip below the waistline of my panties. My fingertips gently caress my throbbing clit, already moist with desire.

My mind is filled with images of Romello. His strong body on mine, his plump, kissable lips with that defined cupid’s bow, and his large hands gripping my hair as he pulls me in closer to deepen that kiss.

The soft moan that leaves me almost breaks my concentration, just long enough for me to redouble my efforts and slip two fingers inside my aching core.

My imagination runs rampant with the thoughts of his fingers…his hard cock. I wonder if he has a big dick to go with all that big dick energy he gives off. The booze lends itself to my letting go and embracing the sensations.

“Yes…yes…Romello…fuck yes.”

A small yet satisfying orgasm courses through my body. Just enough to curb the lust that was building over a man I likely have no chance with anywhere but my imagination.

As I drift off to sleep, I can’t shake the feeling that our paths are entwined in ways I never anticipated.

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