Page 117 of Sinful Escape

I flopped onto the bed and inhaled long and deep. My head spun in long, lazy circles as I replayed all my wonderful experiences this month. It was hard to believe I’d only been away for twenty days; it felt like months.

I jumped at the sound of my phone ringing and dashed for my bag.

Roman’s name was on the screen, and a smile swept across my lips as I pressed the green button. “Hey, Roman.”

“Ciao, Daisy. Stai bene?”

I frowned at the concern in his voice. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“You were supposed to telefono me yesterday?”

“I was?”

“Si. After you got home from Pierre’s.”

I giggled. “Well, as a matter of fact, I’ve only just got home.” For some reason, I was ridiculously proud of that statement.

He inhaled his breath. “Merda santa! You stayed the night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“So happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

“Did you remember to get that stupido letter?”

Sitting at my table, I reached into my bag and pulled my book along with the immigration letter from the middle pages. “Yeah.”

“Are you going to fight it?”

“I don’t think there’s anything to fight. Bruce made it obvious I was too old to continue in their employment.”

“Bastardo.”

“Yep, but without this job, I can’t extend my visa.”

“Daisy, that’s so unfair.”

I sighed. “Company policy.”

“Bullshit.”

We were silent for a couple of heartbeats before Roman said, “So . . . what did you and Pierre get up to?”

“Nothing.” I grabbed a pencil from my stash of pens and pencils that I somehow collected over time - they were sitting in an old mug on the table. Then I flipped the letter over. On the back, I wrote first orgasm in a shower.

“You can’t tell me nothing. That is not fair.”

I could picture Roman’s cheeky smile. “Okay then. He cooked me breakfast.”

“Boring. Give me the juicy stuff.”

Smiling, I said, “He was naked at the time.” On the next line, I wrote, first time a naked man cooked for me.

Roman laughed. “Good on you, Red. I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you.” After a brief pause, I said, “Hey, Roman?”

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