Natalie Vs. Prince

"Give me a break," Christine says. "I've know you for too long Natalie—we go way back. I know when you've got things on your mind."

"Okay, okay … you're right," I confess. "It's Connor."

"Prince D'Avington? What about him? Wait—you don't mean to tell me that you and he—"

I cut her off. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

"Oh my God!” she exclaims in a loud whisper. “Are you fucking serious?! He's insanely hot; was it good? Tell me it was amazing!"

"What is this, a game of 20 questions?" I laugh.

"It was good,” I say after a pause a sip of my Cosmo. “No, not good … amazing. And yes, he's hot."

"Good for you girl," Christine says, taking a sip of her martini.

"No, that's the problem. It's literally tearing me up inside. On the one had, he's strong, and charming, and insanely good looking, but on the other hand, I don't want to risk mixing business with pleasure. You know as well a I do—that never ends well. And I'll be up for a promotion at Gage Price soon; I don't want to do anything that's going to jeopardize that."

"You're overthinking this," Christine says. "It's fine. As far as I'm concerned, if you're going to work your ass off for him and the firm, you can have a little fun too."

See? I told you. That's typical Christine advice: work hard play hard.

"Ugh, I'm just so torn," I say. "He's a client, and what we—I—did was totally unprofessional. But I literally can't get him out of my mind. There are images that I can't get off repeat."

"That good, huh?"

"He makes me feel like I'm the most beautiful woman on the planet."

"They all do, when they're trying to sleep with you," Christine says.

"But this felt so … authentic, and don't roll your eyes; I know his reputation. I'm not the first women he's ever seduces in a shower."

"That's what they all say."

"I mean it though!" I insist. "What we shared felt so real."

"So, what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know. I don't think I can allow anything like that to happen again. But he was so hot … you have no idea, and he kind of … made me."

Christine raises her eyebrows. I can practically see alarm bells going off in her brain.

"Well, no one should make you do anything," she says. "You have to be comfortable with everything."

"I know," I say. "I'm resolving right now—and you're my witness—to not let things progress any further with Connor."

"Pinky promise?" Christine asks, sticking out her pinky finger. We lock fingers and I promise

her that I'll never do anything that I'm not 100% comfortable with.

But as soon as I agree, I start second guessing myself. Just thinking about him makes me wet.

Is it true?

Can I really resist Connor?

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Connor