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“Drenched.” Her hooded eyes turn darker. “Feel for yourself,” she dares me, before closing her eyes and anticipating my next move.

I let out a groan, my hands stilling on her skin as I contemplate her request. But I pull back, because even in my addled state, I know I can’t go there—to that place in my mind's eye, where my face is planted between her legs, my tongue lapping up her juices ...

“You should go to bed, before I do something I’ll regret,” I say.

Her eyes fly open, her lids shuttering as if she doesn’t understand. The words don’t match the mood, or the longing in our bodies. She looks pained. It hurts my heart when she slides off the stool and rushes out of the room.

Chapter 28

JETT

She disappears in the blink of an eye. I could have stopped her, but I didn’t.

I’ve done the right thing. For once. But what the fuck happened between us?

All sorts of things.

I’m trying so hard to stop myself from crossing that line. Cari made it almost impossible by telling me she has feelings for me.

Nowthere’sa revelation.

I cradle my whiskey glass between my hands, savoring our conversation, remembering the feel of her. The scent of her. Now I understand because it all makes sense, her wearing that dress, obeying me.

Shewantsme.

Fuck me, because I so badly want her, too.

I need to think carefully. I'm a cautious man. I have a reputation. I could have taken her any which way tonight, and I know she would have let me.

Because this wasn’t the commonsense Cari I’m used to dealing with.

The woman I saw tonight was a siren.

All I can do now is squeeze my frustration out in the shower, and hope I manage to sleep.

***

I take the day off, after having lots of meetings yesterday. I deserve a break and am looking forward to time with Brooke.

The breakfast table holds way too much food for three people—or two. I'm not sure that Cari will turn up after last night, even though the weekend is over. That's probably not a bad thing.

I'm still waiting for Brooke when my phone rings and I answer it instinctively, without checking to see who it is. I'm on autopilot this morning after tossing and turning in bed all night. Instead of sleeping, I was replaying the scene with Cari continuously in my head, and it has messed with me.

“Hello,” I growl, irritation bubbling under the surface as my pent-up frustration builds.

“Jett. It's Bryce.”

I mouth a silentFuck.

If he were the last man left on the planet, I wouldn't want to hear from him.

“How are you doing, old sport?” he says.

I've been avoiding this cretin successfully up until now. He used to be one of my closest friends, but he turned into a real jerk when he made money from an investment in Lithium mines. Now he's just a flashy show off, and turned greedy on a deal we were working on. Since then, I’ve steered clear of him.

“Good, good,” I mutter, pressing my fingers against the bridge of my nose.

“I didn't know you were here.”

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