Page 54 of Sinful Temptations

His expression wobbled between marveled and horrified. I must’ve looked a sight, half-dressed and running around like a desperado.

“Daisy, what a pleasure.”

My. My. My.The hottie in the hot tub was equally as hot in the hallway.

He was dressed in black pants and a white shirt, with a gunmetal gray vest over the top, tying it all together. His hair curled in waves around his face and his eyes were exquisite. He was even more handsome in this light, in a royal rogue kind of way. He was regal and enchanting, with just a touch of recklessness to him. A recklessness that danced across his eyes as his gaze explored me up and down.

He looked so debonair I was sure he would’ve kissed the back of my hand if I wasn’t desperately trying to keep myself covered. Ironic, really, given that thirty minutes ago he was holding my naked breasts in his hands. And kissing them. And sucking my nipples.

“Do you need a hand?”

Ahhh yeah. Two of them, on me and in me, please.

Jaysus, I’m a total fruitcake.I cleared my throat, andattempting to tame my raging pussy, I said, “Would you mind? I ummm . . .”

“Turn around.”

Swallowing so loud I was certain he would’ve heard it, I turned with my bare back to him. With his hot breath teasing my neck and my nipples peaking until they were set to spear through the corset, Frederik tugged the strings one by one, inching higher and higher up my back.

He remained silent and I had to work on continuing to breathe as I experienced one of the most sensuous moments of my life. As discreetly as could possibly be, I lifted my boobs into position as he pulled at the final loops and knotted the cord in place.

His lips brushed my neck, just the briefest of touches, and I nearly imploded at the gloriousness of it.

“All done.”

When I turned to him, his expression confirmed that he, too, thought we’d just had a moment.Maybe we should continue this moment in my room?My pulse pounded out an excited beat at that thought, and a blaze of desire heated my chest and neck.

Concerned I wouldn’t be able to speak, I cleared my throat. “Thank you.”

He nodded. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, then he turned on his heel and disappeared up the stairs. I was two seconds off chasing after him when I remembered Roman was waiting for me. Taking a second or two, I fanned myself and inhaled a few breaths, trying to settle my raging horny bits.

Lordy. Lordy.Life was good.

I made it down to the banquet hall just after they’d finished the first course. Feeling like a million dollars, I grinned like a woman who’d just been propositioned, lifted my skirt, and strode into the room.

Scanning for Roman, I just about died when I saw him seated between two women—Laura and Susan.

He hadn’t saved me a seat.

I couldn’t comprehend it. My heart skidded to a halt. And for that one split second, I felt cheated. My reaction was so, so wrong. And yet there it was, strangling me with the insanity of it. Roman was my coworker. We were just friends, nothing more.

So why did I feel like I’d been punched in the gut?

Scraping my rampant thoughts together, I forced my feet to move and strolled behind the guests’ chairs, making a point of saying hello to everyone. I waved at Roman across the other side, giving him an all-good-here grin that I’d perfected over the years.

On Roman’s left was Laura, and for the first time since I’d met her, she was actually smiling. Roman was gifted like that.

I was happy for her. She deserved to have some relief from the turmoil she’d been going through. It made my stupid jealousy even more embarrassing.

Shoving my immature emotions aside, I made my way to the spare chair between Juanita, one of the four Spanish tourists on this tour, and Karabo, one of the South African twins.

By the time I’d gulped down my first champagne, I was exhausted, and I couldn’t decide if it was because of my adrenalin rushes with Count Frederik or my overactive brain trying to evaluate my fixation on Roman.

Forcing myself to shift gear, I turned my attention to my wing-woman position for Roman and got to know the two ladies beside me a bit better. But it was an uphill battle as I spent the entire night watching Roman and his interaction with the women instead.

He was so lovely with Laura that every time he touchedhis hand to her arm, she giggled. Maybe she wasn’t going to have such a hard time getting over Richard after all.

Susan, however, was pulling out all the moves to get his attention—fluttering her eyelashes, giggling, touching him . . . his forearm, his bicep. Each time her hand went beneath the table, I imagined she was touching his leg.

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