Page 34 of Sinful Temptations

“Excuse me.” Laura pushed back on her chair and headed toward the restroom sign in the far corner.

Maybe, given my relationship history, I shouldn’t be giving any advice.

I shoved thetarte citronI’d been avoiding into my mouth.

Across from me, Susan and Lisa were sculling their drinks.Yep, those two are definitely crossed off my list of contenders for Roman.

But what type of woman would interest him? I should know that.Worst wing-woman ever!

I should’ve hit him up with twenty questions on what type of chicky-babe got his rocks off.

I bet he’d make a good wingman.

Then again, Roman was good at everything.

Oh, shit.I’d forgotten all about my mission to find out if Luca was married. Glancing at my watch, I pushed back on my chair. “Okay, everyone, listen up. You have fifteen minutes before we’re outta here. The restrooms are down that hall.” I pointed toward the door Laura had departedthrough. “I’ll meet you at the bus. Now remember, don’t touch anything you can’t afford.”

I strode from the banquet hall. Aiming for the exit, I ran straight into solid muscle. A blaze of heat raced up my neck, and before I even pulled back, the gorgeous scent confirmed who it was. Luca.

“Hey, Daisy.” His voice was both sexy and troubled.

“Oh, hey. Hi.”

“You didn’t come to me.”

“Oh, wow. Ummm. I didn’t know you were here.”

He cocked his head. “I’m always here.”

My gut dropped at how disappointed he looked. “Right.” I swallowed. “Yes.”

His stunning blue eyes drilled into me, taking me to another world. A couple of my tour group passed on either side of us and a few women looked from me to Luca.

Maybe we were oozing fuck-buddy vibes. My insides squirmed at that awkward thought.

Clearing my throat, I smiled up at him. “Want to chat outside?”

“Sure.” He indicated with his hand for me to lead the way.

My heart was in my throat as I strode along the marble corridor. With each step, I forced my mind to conjure up plausible excuses as to why I didn’t go to him. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to—Lord no.Think, Daisy. Think!

We stepped into the sunshine. A swift breeze had brown leaves scooting across the grass like baby field mice chasing each other. I walked around to the side of the exit, away from prying eyes and leaned my back against the wall. The heat of the day was still emanating from the ancient brick.

Luca eased in close, inching into my personal space. But the way he looked at me like he wanted to tear my clothes off and lick me right up the middle, had my insides curling.

“I had the barn all ready for you.”

Oh, lordy.“I’m sorry.”

He reached for one of my curls, twirling it in his fingers. “I’ve been dreaming of you for weeks.”

“I’ve been dreaming of you too.” It wasn’t a lie. Sometimes I wasn’t even asleep.

“So why didn’t you come to me?”

I contemplated lying. Maybe I could say I had my period or a dry vagina or something. I just about choked on that thought. When his gaze intensified and the heat of his body captured me, I decided that the truth would save me. I cleared my throat. “Are you married?”

“What? No. Who told you that?”

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