Page 44 of Sinful Temptations

“Yep.”

We laughed together, in sync like best friends who’d been paired for years.

The meal was as delicious as it promised. The meat was tender, juicy, and full of flavor. I’d never tasted anything like it, and I didn’t know if I was trying to impress Roman with my amazing appetite, but I ate everything on my plate, which was way more than I should have. By the end, my jeans were just about cutting me in two.

I excused myself from the table, and as I waddled to the bathroom, I expected my jeans button to shoot halfway across the room. But my waddle wasn’t just because I’d eaten too much. I’d also had more than enough to drink. Roman was a little sneaky, constantly topping up my wine and sayingsalutein that sexy Italian accent of his. Maybe he wanted to get me drunk and do weird things to me.

Oh, faaark.No more wine for Daisy!

When I returned to Roman, he was already up and standing by the front door.

“Oh, you didn’t pay, did you?”

“Sì, but it was my treat.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“It’s okay.” His expression darkened. “Let’s not argue about that.”

The way he said it, with a pleading lilt, convinced me that it was a topic that he’d argued over many times. Not wanting to add to his angst, I said, “Okay, but next time, it’s my turn.”

“Done.”

We stepped onto the footpath which was still bustling with diners. Just as many seemed to be arriving for dinner as there were leaving.

“You ready to work off some of that food?”

“Ummm. What?” My eyes bounced up to his beaming grin, and my brain bounced to a vision of the two of us getting naked and doing a certain kind of workout.

Oh, God! What the hell is wrong with me?

“I hope you like to dance?”

“Dance?” I blurted. I was not a dancer. Me and my boobs had absolutely no rhythm.

“Sì. My friend told me about a nightclub near here and I thought we’d check it out.”

A nightclub.Oh crap. Worst nightmare!“Oh, jeez.” I made a show of rubbing my belly. “I’m so full.”

“Exactly. You can’t go to bed on a full stomach. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

Fun? Hell no. If I’d been a dog, I would’ve planted my feet and dragged my ass along the pavement.

But I got distracted watching Roman’s butt bulge and flex ahead of me as he waved down a taxi. Before I knew it, we were in the back seat, and he was giving directions to our driver. I’d thought his Italian accent was sexy, but his French had my insides swooning.

Oh, God. No. More. Wine. For. Me.

The trip was just ten minutes, barely enough time for me to fake a migraine.

Music vibrated through the taxi windows before the car had come to a complete stop. The crowd was enormous. All the young, beautiful people in the world had decided tonight was the night to go clubbing.Lucky me. Not!

When we climbed out of the taxi, Roman slotted into the crowded line like he was destined to be there, and as if he’d had a flashing halo above his head, women everywhere turned to ogle him. Their exaggerated smiles were a touch creepy.

But he truly was oblivious. Maybe he needed his eyes tested.

He grabbed my hand and led me along the queue.

“Where are we going?” I stammered. “I think the end of the line is back there.” I pointed over my shoulder.

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