Page 43 of Sinful Escape

“See? You are funny.” He lightly brushed his hand over my knee. “So, who is Pierre?”

A heatwave shot right between my legs. That was exactly how Pierre had touched me just before he’d given me the kiss of all kisses.

“He’s the owner of Château de Vin et d'antiquités.”

“What?” Roman reached for his glass. “Where’s that?”

“It’s a restaurant I like, near the hostel.”

“Now I really need more info.” He gulped the last of his beer. “Ahhh ha!” His eyes grew wide. He leaned forward. “That’s why you were acting all crazy last night. You had sex?”

I gasped. The barman’s grin and unblinking gaze told me he’d overheard.

I want to die.

“You can tell me. It is okay,” Roman pleaded.

“Jesus. There’s nothing to tell. We kissed; that’s all.”

“Okay then.” His eyes flicked to my chest and back up again. “How did you lose your buttons?”

Jeez. I gripped the edge of the bar; fearful I’d slip right off the barstool. This conversation was not going the way I’d hoped. But if I didn’t tell him, Roman would grill me to the bottom of Europe and back. I sighed, sat up straight, looked him square in the eyes, and told him a summary of what’d happened. He didn’t need to know about Pierre’s probing fingers, and I left out the part about me running naked through the antiques.

He laughed a glorious, manly, contagious laugh that had me relaxing. “Well aren’t you a little surprise package<”

Yeah, welcome to the new, crazy Daisy Chayne.

He raised his glass. “Salute.”

I attempted to smile as I chinked my flute to his. “It just happened. It wasn’t intentional.”

“You say that like it was a bad thing. There was nothing wrong with it.”

I gave him my best you’ve-got-to-be-fucking-joking look. “There was a lot wrong with it.”

“Like what? Name uno.”

“People saw me. Saw us,” I blurted the obvious.

“Who cares? You don’t know them. Besides, they are French; they get off on that stuff.”

I rolled his comment through my brain. When he put it like that, it didn’t sound so bad.

“Hmmm, okay what else?” he insisted.

It was a pointless argument. Men didn’t see things like women. That Mars-Venus thing hit a whole new level when it came to talking about sex. Lord knew, I’d tried numerous times with William. Then again, he hadn’t been the ideal sounding board.

“So.” Roman squeezed my knees.

My stupid horny insides did a lovely jig. With all these stunning men touching me, my previously dormant libido was suddenly getting a full-body workout.

“Are you going to go back and finish what you started?”

“What?” I jerked back. “No. Of course not.”

His eyes dazzled with anticipation that scared the hell out of me. “It is time to eradicate dickwit from your memory.”

“It’s William, and you know I can’t erase my memory.”

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