Page 119 of Sinful Temptations

She showed zero remnants of the meltdown she’d had a few hours ago. In fact, she’d up the ante. Miss Italy had gone all out with her disguise. The quality of her costume was better than mine. It accentuated her curves better than mine. It was a no-brainer that her hair and makeup was better than mine.

“Lydia.” Roman shot to his feet. “I’m so glad you came.”

“Of course.” She wiggled her shoulders, making her bulging bosom wobble. “Why wouldn’t I?” When she fluttered her lashes, I noticed they were fake.

Roman kissed her on each cheek, and she giggled.

I’d forgotten about her obsessive giggling.

Using his hip, Roman nudged me over so Lydia could sit on his other side. A beer arrived for her, and she raised it up. “Saluti.”

He clinked his beer to hers. “Saluti.” Then he turned to me, smile beaming. “Saluti.”

I tapped my glass to Roman’s and drank the beer.

Next second, nearly every single person in the beer hall stood up at once and started doing the chicken dance and singing the ridiculous lyrics.

I’d forgotten all about this part of Oktoberfest. But if Lydia and Roman were going to do it, so was I. I broke out all my best chicken moves, flapping my arms like the best of them.

The song finished. We drained our glasses and plonked back down, laughing our heads off.

As the hours dragged on, the crowd grew bigger. The noise got louder. The beer kept coming. And the crazy songs continued.

“Sweet Caroline” burst from the speakers and again everyone was up. With the lyrics—touching hands—Roman squeezed my palm to his and raised my hand so high, my knickers would be showing.Who cares?

Every single person knew the song. We swayed together, smiled together, and it was absolutely amazing to be in my first flash mob.

Again, the song finished, and we drank our beer and banged the glasses back onto the tables, laughing like the drunken tourists most of us were.

Another beer was placed in front of me. The damn waiters must have some kind of secret alarm that went off when a glass became empty.

Roman, being Mr. Perfect that he was, somehow managed to share his conversation between me and Lydia. His chat with me was about our incredible day, swinging through the trees. I doubted he was having the same discussion with Lydia.

He bumped his shoulder to mine. “I’m so proud of you, Dais.”

“Oh.” I frowned. “You are?”

He gave me that sisterly-love look and leaned into my ear. “I have to be honest, I thought you’d be the one to chicken out.” He rolled his eyes Lydia’s way. “Not Lydia.”

Yay. Notch one up for Daisy.“Well, I was surprised how much I liked it.”

“It was fun. Especially with you.”

I tugged my lip between my teeth. I didn’t think this day could get any better. He placed his hand on my thigh, just above the bow on my stocking.

Okay, it just got better.

“I’m going to say it’s official.” His voice was a bit wobbly.

“What?” I grinned up at him, no doubt looking like a lovestruck schoolgirl.

He leaned into me. “You are no longer dying on the inside.”

My heart swelled like a helium balloon. “Thanks to you.”

We were in a room with a thousand people, yet it was just Roman and me. Everything vanished into obscurity as I glanced into his honey-colored eyes. They looked right into my soul.

“Hey, Roman,” Lydia blurted.

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