The night we met, she left behind a lot more than just her shoes on my bedroom floor. She left an impression. A lasting memory burned into my brain. It teases me… tortures me. Months have passed since that night. I’ve tried a million and one ways to get her out of my head. But she’s always there. Haunting me. Stealing my sinful thoughts. Fuelling my darkest desires. I warned her to stay away. But I didn’t mean it— not really. Before I can make her mine, I’ll have to find her. With nothing more than her red heels, it’s impossible. Until I stumble across her in the exact same place I found her the first time… and the last place I expected her to be. She didn’t heed my warning. And she’s about to learn to take my threats more seriously. I want to claim her, but she’s not mine to keep. So I’ll take what I can get, and be the one to walk away this time. My mistake was thinking I would always know where to find her. I just hope this time I’m not too late.