Page 13 of Sinful Temptations

“If you want to talk, I’m here.”

Again, she nodded. I got the impression that if she attempted to say anything, it’d open giant floodgates that she was fighting to keep closed.

“Or I can send Roman over to cheer you up.” Roman could make even a death row inmate feel better.

All the women turned to Roman who was standing a few feet away with a group of six men. Maybe he felt our attention because he turned at the perfect moment to the seven smiling women looking at him. His balls probably swelled to coconuts as his grin expanded to spectacular.

Roman was so freaking sexy that I wouldn’t be surprised if half these women had wet dreams about him tonight. Hell, make it all of them. Except me of course. Roman was my coworker. And he was younger than me. He was off-limits.

Besides, he’d already demonstrated how little he was interested in me. My ghastly boob-squish moment last tour was a testament to that.

Admittedly, I’d been drunk and had probably looked likea bloated pufferfish as I’d puckered my lips at him. But according to Zali, any normal man would’ve jumped my bones, or at the very least, had a grope.

Then again, Roman was not normal.

His smile alone confirmed he was a man on top of the world—a man who had his shit together. I dragged my eyes from him to the six women around me, all of whom were still staring at Roman. They liked what they saw. And what woman wouldn’t?

Roman should have shot his hand up whenAmerica’s Next Top Modelwas casting for their upcoming round of male contestants.

These women were all gorgeous in their own way—young, vibrant, beautiful, and sexy.

An idea flashed through my mind like wildfire. I should hook him up with one of them. Or maybe the twins, together.

Faarrk. Where the hell did that come from?

When the twins turned their gaze back to me, guilty spikes attacked me like a thousand devils’ pitchforks.

I am sick. Perverted.

Five weeks ago, sex never entered my mind. Now, I was even conjuring up kinky stuff for other people.

I need my head read.

It was close to nine-thirty before Roman and I finished our welcome speeches, and everyone began to disperse.

Roman singled me out, sashaying over to me like he owned the place. “Hey, Red.” He wiggled his eyebrows in a way that I assumed I was meant to interpret.

“Hey, Roman.” I wiggled mine right back at him. But it wasn’t that easy, and I probably looked like I was having some kind of cyborg meltdown.

“So, I guess you’re hooking up with Pierre again.”

“What? No. Why do you think that?”

He looked at me like I was a weirdo. “Because you haven’t stopped smiling since we left London.”

“Oh, so I can’t smile anymore?”

“There’s a smile, and then there’sthatsmile.” He bumped his hip to mine.

I chuckled. “That smile?”

“Yeah, the one that saysI am getting laid tonight.”

I burst out laughing. I knew all the smiles.

The one that said, ‘I’m okay’ when I wasn’t.

The one that said, ‘I’m enjoying your company, but I’d rather have a pap smear.’

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