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“Great.” I sigh.

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Fine.” I hang up without another word. I expect a series of “I told you so’s” and some hard truths, but I’m sure it’s a sugar-coated glimpse of what my future looks like once the ethics board gets wind of this.

Fuck. The ethics board. Did Matt go to them already? Does his PI have pictures? Pictures of us together at the house?

I remember the email alert and half of me wonders if it’s already the Director of the Board, requesting a meeting. I prepare myself for the worst but what I see shocks me instead.

From: Matthew Wells

Subject: No Subject

To: Dr. William Montgomery

Leave her and you can keep your practice.

MW

I sit on the edge of the bed, rage still coursing through me and I pull at my hair in frustration. I turn to look at the woman who’s still sleeping in my bed and notice she’s grabbed my pillow, submerging her face in it, and it makes me wonder if she is seeking comfort in my scent even in her slumber. My hand finds her hair, stroking her long tresses and a sigh escapes her lips.

My thoughts begin to race as I think about the events of the past twenty-four hours. Matt is spiraling. He’s backed into a corner and he’s self-destructing.Does his email mean he hasn’t told his lawyer? Hasn’t reported me? What’s his game?I shake my head.You already know what his game is: he wants to take power over you —and Charley. Well, fuck that. I’ll turn myself in before I let him blackmail us.

My mind drifts back to a different time. A time when Charlotte Pierce didn’t consume my every waking thought. If I were stronger, I would have turned her and her husband away the second I laid eyes on her in that strapless mid-length dress looking like trouble with legs.

I move back into the living room, a fresh drink in my hand as I attempt to calm my nerves. I drop to the couch with a sigh, remembering the crossroads I came to seven months ago. I had called Charley to my office early, before her session, so that we could talk about what happened. I’d had the speech worked out perfectly. “What we did was unethical. We can’t do this again.” I’d repeated on a loop in my mind all morning. That all went to shit when she walked in wearing a dress that made her legs look a mile long. I knew in that moment that there was no way she was getting out of that room without my dick inside of heragain.

I had never been attracted to a patient before, and I thought I could put my hormones aside to counsel them. Help them.

Instead I helped myself to his wife, then everything became a disaster.

“Ms. Pierce,” I say as she closes the door behind her. The ball is in her court; if she wants it, she needs to let me know now. I know I want her again, but does she feel the same? My questions are answered when she locks the door, never taking her eyes off of me, and the sound of the click resounds off the walls of my office.

“Dr. Montgomery,” she whispers as she stands by the door, not moving towards me. I think she’s waiting for my move so I get up and make my way towards her, each step feeling like an eternity.

“Charlotte.”

“William.”

“Charley.”

“Will.”

I smile, already turned on by this flirtatious back and forth. “How are you?” I ask.

“The best I’ve felt in months,” she answers, and I wonder if that has to do with me.

“Is that so?” I ask. The tension is crackling between us. I can almost taste her arousal, it surrounds me so completely. I know just by looking at her that her panties are completely flooded. “Why is that?”

“Because of you.” She bites her lip and I have to reign in my hormones until I can get some clarity on this whole situation.”

“Charlotte, what happened…”

“Was amazing,” she finishes. “But I understand if…if it can’t happen again,” she says the words but her body language doesn’t match them. She stares me square in the eye, daring me to challenge her.. But more importantly, as she shifts back and forth between left and right, I gather that she’s turned on. She wants me. Now.

“Is that what you want?”

“I want whatever you think is best.”

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