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The man in front of me is tall, taller than ner heels And he's broad, too, muscular even beneath the black and white robes that cloak his beautiful forray eyes ood impulse control

That's why I'm here

At least … that’s what caused this whole mess in the first place

I walked out of that cursed den of sinners, that glittering dinner party, with a forced calm born of severe shock The second those elevator doors closed behindup at aall his clothes off

What is wrong with me?

"If you tell me why you're here," he starts, and I feelheat This man is a priest and yet his voice is sex incarnate I can feel it rolling across the bare skin of ue "Then ure that out"

He crosses his ar up a bit to reveal a plethora of tattoos Are priests allowed to have tattoos? Maybe it's okay if they coet more?

I have no idea

I'ious

I just know that I need a change

So drastic

So to save me … and my soul

More like, somewhere to hide, so that my father doesn’t hunt me down and kill me, too

"I want to beco there in a cherry red cocktail dress with oose bu in front of me My skin is smeared with darkness, and I don’t knohich spots are blood and which are soot

But as soon as the words leave my lips, I know I'm dead serious

If anyone can reforht?

I suck in a deep breath as the priest leans down His wares me back to my feet, then looks me over His face this hard, wicked sculpture of htly stubbled, his dark hair short and well-kehter, someone who doesn't take any shit I think I'h to confide in this man, tell him my sins, let him fill me with the word of God