Page 145 of Dark Romeo

I lunged forward in my chair, ready to start yelling at him.

“Careful, detective. No one might be able to hear you but they may be watching.” His eyes darted up to the camera, the light like a glaring red eye.

I sank back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re not guilty,” I hissed. “Don’t you dare think I believe that. Don’t you dare think I wanted to put you in that chair.”

The only sign that my words had gotten through to him was a slight twitch to his jaw. “You mean to tell me,” he said slowly, “that you don’t think I killed Mr. Sanchez.”

“Not for a second. You were with me that night.”

“Not the whole night. I had plenty of time to kill him before I came back to you…” he trailed off.

“I don’t believe it. You wouldn’t kill him.”

“I wanted to.”

“You gave him your word. You promised him safety on your mother’s memory. Someone else killed him after you dropped him off wherever it was that you dropped him off.”

Roman studied me for a long moment. Finally, something in his face softened.

“I tried to warn you,” I said quietly, my voice low and hard. “I called, left messages. You never replied. Then I find you in your apartment…with her.”

His lip curled up into a sneer. “Jules, I’m disappointed. What did I tell you about how I feel about other women?”

“You mean to tell me that all your other lady friends weren’t enough for you?”

“I don’t care about them.”

“Good,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“I didn’t even want them to touch me.” His face twisted into a mask of anger. “What are you doing to me, Julianna? What the fuck are you doing to me?”

My gaze locked on his. More memories piled in on me. My body heated, my nipples pressing painfully against the fabric of my shirt.

“It’s what you do to me.”

“What do I do to you?”

“You make me not care about anyone or anything else. It’s just you, you, you. You’re all I want.”

I was jolted out of my memories when Roman’s knee brushed mine under the table, sending a crack of electricity up my leg and hitting that space between my thighs.

“You seem…uncomfortable, Detective Capulet.” His deep voice caressed my warming skin.

I swallowed hard. “I’m fine.”

“I’m not.” Roman leaned his chest over the table like he was about to tell me a secret. “I missed you these last two days,” he whispered, his fingers trailing across my knee under the table.

I froze, torn between the rush of lust thundering through my brain, short-circuiting it, or the voice in my head screaming that he couldn’t be touching me in a fucking interrogation room.

“What are you doing?” I hissed at him.

“This is your reward.”

“What?”

“For trusting me. Now…hold still.”

Hold still. His hand shifted up my thigh, pushing my skirt further up. His fingertips burning along my inner thigh like they were made of hot irons.

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