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know my personal business.”   He
drained his drink and looked at me.   “Why are you here, Charlotte?”
    “What?”
    “Why are you here?   You made it perfectly clear that you
didn’t want to speak to me again.”
    “I don’t know.”
    “You don’t know?”
    “I’m here because I want answers.”
    “Answers?”
    “Yes, answers.   I want you to tell me you didn’t kill Katie.”
    “I didn’t kill Katie, Charlotte,” he
said.   “I’ve told you that several
times.”   His voice was raising, and
I noticed his hand tightening around his glass.   The door to his office was closed, the entire floor
empty.   The blinds were shut
tight.   I became aware of just how
alone we were, and my heart thumped in my chest.
    “Do you know how hard this is for me?” I
demanded.   “How hard it is for me
to keep hearing you say that, when every day something else comes up that makes
it look like you did it?”
    Just like that, his control faded.   “How hard this is for you?” he
demanded.   “How hard this is for you? Do you
think this has been a walk in the park for me, Charlotte?   Do you think I don’t know how this
looks?”
    “No, I don’t think it’s been easy for
you, Noah,” I said.   “But you
won’t… you won’t tell me anything, you won’t let me in!”
    “I’ve told you everything!” he
raged.   “Yes, me and Katie
fought.   We fought because I
confronted her about her leaking info about my cases.   I told you about that when you found those pictures of her
in my apartment.   But you don’t
care, Charlotte, you don’t…” He trailed off, his voice cracking.   “There’s nothing I can say to prove
this to you.   You will always doubt
me.”
    He moved over to the leather armchair in
the corner, sat down on the ottoman and drained his glass.
    He looked down at the ground,
despondent.  
    I went over and sat down next to him.
    “You should go, Charlotte,” he said.   “Please.   Before one of us gets hurt.”
    It was the first time he’d ever admitted the
possibility that I could hurt him just as much as he could hurt me.   I could hear the pain in his voice, raw
and real, and in that moment, all I cared about was making his pain go away.   And the dull ache that was pulsing
through my body just from being close to him.
    “Noah,” I breathed, reaching up and
placing my hand on his arm.   “Make
me trust you.   Please, I… I want to
trust you.   Make me trust you.”
    He shrugged me off, shook his head and
stared at the floor.
    “Please.” I hesitated for a moment, then stood
up and pulled my sweater off, shucking my pants until I was in just my bra and
panties.   I laid back in the chair,
taking my foot and drawing it up his back.
      He stood up and looked down at me, his eyes taking me
in.    I unhooked my bra, slid
it down my shoulders, and dropped it on the floor.
    I felt the switch flip inside of him,
felt the furnace of his lust ignite as my nipples hardened under his gaze.  
    He reached for my hips in one cougar-like
motion, pulled me toward him until I was laying half on the chair, half on the
ottoman, my legs hanging over the side.
    He reached down and slid a finger into my
mouth, and I sucked on it, the taste of his skin sending warmth to my
core.   I wished it was his cock,
wished he would just climb on top of me and push his dick into my mouth, choke
me with it until I believed anything he said.
    “You don’t trust me, Charlotte,” he said,
anger laced under the surface of his voice.   It was a statement, not a question, but I answered him
anyway.
    “I do.”
    He shook his head.   “You don’t.”   He took his finger from my mouth and brushed it over my
lips, then continued moving it slowly down my body.   He circled each of my nipples.   His finger was wet from my saliva, and it my nipples pebbled
further, into tight peaks.
    “I want to,” I breathed.   “I want to trust you, Noah.”
    He continued, his touch light,