Charles POV:
Charles removed his gear in the garage and parked his motorcycle between his Jeep Wrangler and his grandfather's old Bentley.
He laughed to himself as he hung his gear in the mudroom, thinking about the incident with the girl. She was earnest and she had wit. She handled the situation with grace and courage, he observed.
He recalled her curling her legs around him and clinging tightly to his body, to his groin; Charles had to pull himself back from her when he felt an erection moving through his pants. She was soft, sexy, curved—
Woah, buddy, red light. Don't go there, he told himself. He repeated the command to give it weight as he walked through the rooms of his inherited, modern urban manor. Don't go there.
He entered his office. Don't go—
Charles froze when a figure
