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She realized too late that it wasn't a conversation.

Existing differently.  More intensely.

That's the lie I tell myself every time I see her Léa, with her sharp brown eyes and that damn red dress that clings to her like a second skin. She's the new lawyer at my father's f

The Devil Wears Armani

He sat across from her, relaxed, seemingly almost indifferent. Yet every time she moved, he glanced up slightly, as if to remind her that he noticed everything. She had said something—she couldn't remember what—and he had let a few seconds of silence pass before responding.

“Look at me when you speak,” he said calmly.

His tone wasn't authoritative. He didn't need to be. She obeyed before she even thought about it. And when she met his gaze, she felt that slight dizziness: the dizziness of someone who knows they've just given something away, without knowing exactly what.

She could have protested. Smiled. Turned it into a game. But she felt it would be pointless. He already knew she liked this strange sensation—being guided, read, almost anticipated in her thoughts.

He moved a little closer. Not close enough to touch her. Just close enough to invade her space.

“You pretend to be confident,” he continued softly. “But your body responds before you decide.”

She felt the heat rising, annoyed by the accuracy of his words.

“And that annoys you,” he added with a discreet smile. “Because you'd like to stay in control.”

He looked at her for a long time, then looked away first. That gesture troubled her more than anything else. As if he had just shown her that he could take, but preferred to choose when.

“We could stop here,” he said finally.

“Or you can stay... and accept that you don't control everything.”

She then understood that the real power was not in his hands.

It was in the fact that she wanted to say yes.

And that desire, silent but insistent, was already a form of surrender.

But because she wanted to feel what it was like not to justify herself.

She took a slow breath, then lifted her chin.

He didn't look surprised. Just attentive. As if her answer confirmed something he already knew. He didn't smile. He didn't congratulate her. His refusal to validate her decision unsettled her more than any compliment would have.

His voice wasn't louder, but it seemed to fill the room.

“From now on, you don't anticipate. You feel. That's all.”

She nodded. That simple gesture made her feel like she was laying an irreversible stone.

He stepped back slightly, giving her space—enough for her to understand that closeness was not a constraint, but an option he controlled.

“Tell me when you want me to get closer.”

This request unsettled her. She had imagined orders. Not a choice.

She realized that this was more difficult. Because now, the desire came from her.

Seconds passed. Her body spoke faster than her thoughts.

He obeyed immediately. Not too fast. Not too slow. As if he had been waiting for this signal with perfect patience. When he stopped a few inches away from her, she felt her calmness crack.

“Good,” he said. “See? You know exactly what you want... when you're willing to admit it.”

She closed her eyes for a moment. Not out of weakness, but to feel it better. She was no longer being dominated. She was surrendering to the situation, willingly.

When she opened them again, she looked him straight in the eye.

It was at that precise moment that he finally placed a hand on her—confidently, calmly, without haste. Not to take.

She then understood that letting go did not mean disappearing.

That's the lie I tell myself every time I see her Léa, with her sharp brown eyes and that damn red dress that clings to her like a second skin. She's the new lawyer at my father's firm, the one everyone says is untouchable. Smart. Professional. The kind of woman who doesn't look twice at a guy like me.

It was at the charity gala last week. I was bored, half-drunk, leaning against the bar when she walked in. The room went quiet for a second just long enough for me to notice the way her heels clicked on the marble, the way her lips parted when she saw me. I smirked. She looked away.

I cornered her by the terrace, the Paris skyline glittering behind us. "You're avoiding me" I said, my voice low, rough.

She crossed her arms, but her breath hitched. "I'm working"

"So am I" I stepped closer, close enough to smell her perfume something dark and sweet, like sin wrapped in silk. "I want something. And I always get what I want"

I laughed, running a finger along the edge of her glass. "We'll see"

She didn't move when I leaned in, when my lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Tell me to stop, Léa"

The terrace was empty, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and neon below us. Léa's breath was warm against my jaw, her body tense but not pulling away. I could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her pulse jumped when my hand found the small of her back.

"You're playing with fire" she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

"I like the burn" My thumb traced the curve of her hip, slow, deliberate. She shivered.

Then, unexpectedly, she turned her head, her lips brushing mine just once, just enough to make my blood roar. "Prove it" she challenged, her voice a dark purr.

My hands were in her hair, my mouth crashing down on hers, hungry, demanding. She gasped, but her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer. The taste of her wine and something uniquely Léa was intoxicating. I backed her against the railing, the cold metal biting through her dress, through my suit.

"Jérémie" she breathed, but it wasn't a protest. It was a warning.

I grinned against her lips. "Too late for warnings, chérie"

The sound of footsteps echoed from inside. She pushed me away, her chest rising and falling, her lips swollen. "We can't"

"Later" I promised, my voice rough. "My place. Midnight"

Now, dear reader, you are Natalie, what happens next?

It is with eagerness and pleasure that I discover the end of your story,

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