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KYRIE 

I was about to walk the fuck out. I swear I was. 

But just before I could force myself to turn and leave, fate played its little joke. 

She spun around, and her body slammed into mine so hard she nearly bounced off. 

Her headphones slipped off with a smack, tumbling to the floor. 

Instincts didn’t ask for permission because it moved before I did. 

I found myself holding her from falling. And the second my hands landed on her bare skin, everything went to hell. 

She was so fucking warm. 

Her skin hit my chest, and her breasts pressed into me for a split second too long. It felt so perfect, firm, and real. And I swear on everything, I forgot how to breathe. 

That tiny thong was still dangling from her hand like a goddamn flag of surrender. 

And her skin? 

Fucking velvet and utterly desirable. 

Was fate imposing this girl on me? It seemed the universe wanted me to fall for this temptress so 

badly. 

We froze, staring at each other like we were both too afraid to say a word. 

I was drowning in those deep blue eyes of hers that were totally identical to Jessa’s. 

And God help me, for a second, I couldn’t tell who the fuck I was holding. 

Jessa. Eve. Jessa. Eve. 

God, it felt like an utter sin even comparing both of them. 

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My jaw clenched as I felt her chest rising against me, and the heat from her skin crawling under 

mine. 

I was a millisecond away from losing every bit of control I’d been clinging to since I opened that fucking door. 

I couldn’t tell if she was trying to scream or apologise, but I could’ve kissed her senseless right there when her lips parted and the words refused to form. 

I could’ve claimed her mouth just to see how much she’d melt… or resist. Just to feel what kind of fight she had in her. 

But I fucking couldn’t. 

Because I had no business wanting this girl. 

She wasn’t mine. She wasn’t even supposed to be tempting. 

And that was what made it worse. 

It was infuriating how she easily made it difficult for me to keep my resolutions. I had found the woman I had been obsessing over for months, yet here I was being drawn to another woman whom I 

had just met barely three days ago. 

I felt embarrassed when she was the first to clear her throat and push away from me like I was some 

kind of plague. 

She stepped back from me like I burned her, scrambled for the towel, and practically tripped trying 

to get it around her again, clearly ashamed that I’d just seen something most men would kill to see.. 

She gulped nervously, “Sorry,” she muttered in a small, shaky voice, almost as if it hurt to speak. “I didn’t know anyone was… I thought… You didn’t knock…” Her eyes darted everywhere but at me. 

Her words were a mess. 

She wouldn’t even look at me. Her hands were shaking as she fumbled with the towel. Her face flushed pink, then red, then something close to purple. Full–on mortification. 

My body still reacted to her touch like a traitor. 

She took a step back and turned to make a break for the bathroom, probably to hide and melt into 

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the floor, but I caught her wrist and yanked her back before I could stop myself. 

She gasped again, and this time, it went straight to my dick and it nearly snapped my fucking restraint in two. I was a millisecond away from covering those small lips of hers with mine, just to swallow her gasp. 

God, I hated myself. 

Everything about this screamed wrong. 

And still… 

I looked down at her lips. Her goddamn lips. So small. So pink. So fucking soft–looking. 

I was so fucking close. 

My fingers tightened just a little on her wrist. 

I gritted my teeth and forced my voice to sound like steel instead of lust. 

“Get dressed. Saint wants you at the office. Now.” 

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