Page 58 of Sinful Escape

Pierre?

Stop. No. I didn’t fuck anyone.

Shame. Ok what then?

Have I ever told you about Luca? The guy at the French château horse stables

Maybe. But I’ve got fucking baby brain, so I don’t remember. Is he hot?

The image of Luca naked flashed into my mind and I paused, contemplating the perfect description.

“You’re telling her about your horse guy, aren’t you?” Roman’s deep voice brimmed with cheekiness.

I shot him a don’t-be-silly glare. “No, I’m not.”

He cocked one eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar.”

I put my finger to my lips. “Shush.”

He saluted me. “Si, okay.”

Giggling, I tried to block him out. But even with my eyes averted, I could still picture his mischievous grin. I returned my attention to Zali.

Yes very hot. Think Chris Hemsworth with fiery red hair and eyes the color of a sapphire martini.

Fuck yeah. I’d do him.

I burst out laughing.

Roman shot his gaze at me. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s girly talk.”

“I love girly talk.” His eyes blazed with mischief.

“I bet you do.”

“It’s true.” He shrugged. “I’ve always been surrounded by women.”

“Bragger.”

“Not like that.” He scowled. “My sisters. Mamma. Nonna. Mamma’s nosey friends. Believe me, they’re the most interesting. Especially the single ones. I’d rather sit at an alcohol-fueled lunch with a group of women than go to the pub with a bunch of guys any day.”

I’d already pegged Roman as not normal and an intuitive freak. He was bordering on mythical creature now. I mean, what guy didn’t want to go to the pub with his mates? If I ever fell in love again, I hoped it would be with a man who was as intuitive and compassionate as Roman seemed to be.

Who was I kidding? I was never falling in love again. My heart was still crippled from my last brutal breakup.

My phone buzzed.

Hey. Horny bitch here. Need details

I swallowed my laughter.

Sorry. Roman is so nosey.

Say hi for me.

Reluctantly, I turned to Roman. “Zali says hi.”

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