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Best of all, I was no longer all alone.

ChapterSeven

For the first time ever, I couldn’t get out of the bustling metropolis of Paris quickly enough.

Roman was the picture of concentration as he navigated through the traffic gridlock. It was ironic that last month all I’d wanted was his silence, but now it’s driving me nuts.

My stupid brain was a giant roulette wheel that spun from the shit that went down with Pierre, to seeing Luca, to how good I’d felt in Roman’s arms last night, to how bad I was as his wingman, and then straight back to Pierre.

Once we were beyond the Paris limits, I closed my eyes and pictured Luca. I was equally excited and freaking out about him. Although I want a total repeat of last month’s action with him, I was not going near him until I confirmed he was single.

Anticipation blossomed inside me like a field of sunflowers, alive and glowing. I could see him so vividly . . . the line of copper-colored hair that trailed from Luca’s sexy navel, down to his?—

“What are you smiling at?”

My eyes shot open, and I jumped at Roman’s voice. “Oh.” I cleared my throat and straightened in my seat. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit! You looked like you were having a wet dream.”

“Jesus, Roman.” I glanced at the nearest passengers, who were both open-mouthed with their bodies slumped, asleep.

“You were thinking of stable boy. Yes?”

My jaw dropped.

“Ahhh . . . stable boy. You going to roll in the hay again?”

“Jeez, will you cut it out! And his name’s Luca.”

“Oh, Luuucccaaaa.” He waggled his head. “Take me, baby.”

Despite fighting it, I giggled. “He’s probably not even there.”

“Oh, he’ll be there. The question is, do you want him there?”

Did I want him there? Hell yeah, I did. I wanted him on me and in me. After I confirm he’s single, that is.

How do I do that?

The obvious answer was to ask him. But that’d be weird given what we’d done last month. Oh, God. If he was married, I’d die. No, I wouldn’t die.

But I’d never have sex again.

I’d find the tightest chastity belt and throw away the key.

Maybe I could become a nun.

Who was I kidding? I liked sex. I wanted to have it more often and lots of it. I had some serious catching up to do.

But only once I know it’s safe.

Luca didn’t strike me as a guy who’d cheat.Crap.Neither had Pierre. Pierre was a flirt and womanizer; I should have seen the signs. Then again, that was what I’d called Roman when I’d first met him.A womanizer.

Roman would never do anything like that. Roman was different.

Luca was too. I’d known him for two years and other than last month, he’d never flirted with me.

Maybe I could ask the staff at the château.Jeez. I could picture it now.Oh hey, Maria, how are you going? Say, you know Luca, the stable manager? Well, is he, you know, married?Bloody hell. Talk about desperate.

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