Page 103 of Sinful Temptations

“Of course it is. Technology today . . . you can practically fuck each other over the airwaves.”

I huffed. “Anyway, this whole conversation is pointless. He’s got his eyes on Lydia.” I told Zali all about Miss Italy, everything from her dazzling teeth to her brilliant mind.

“Well fuck. You need to stick your boobs in his face and remind him what he’s missing.”

I laughed with her. “It’s not like that.”

“Fuck, babe, you’re acting like he’s a God.”

“He is a God.”

“Really?”

I nodded.

“Shit, you’ve got it bad.”

“And to top it off, I was so pissed last night I don’t remember getting home.”

“Oh shit. Here we go. And?”

“And nothing. I woke up in my bed. Fully clothed.”

“Fully clothed?”

My shoulders sagged. “Uh-huh.”

“Wow. Every man I know would’ve used it as an excuse to undress me. What’s wrong with him?”

Two obvious reasons came to mind. I voiced the first one, “He’s a gentleman.”

“Yeah right.”

“Or he’s repulsed by me.”

“He’s not fucking repulsed by you. Oh, babe, you’ve really fallen, haven’t you?”

I nodded again. “What am I going to do?”

She wriggled around on her seat, and after a pause, which was well out of character for her, she said, “The way I see it, you have two options.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“Option A. You let Roman know exactly how you feel. Lay your whole fucking heart on the line. If heisa fucking god, you’ll figure a way around it.”

“Okay, and option two?”

“You walk away.”

A groan tumbled from my throat.

“Walk away now before you really are fucked up. Finish your last few months in Europe doing what you’d planned to do . . . find heaps of guys to fuck your brains out.”

“That wasn’t the plan.”

She scrunched up her nose. “Well not exactly, but you were on a roll.”

“Yeah.” I sighed a heavy sigh.

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