Page 59 of Sinful Temptations

It was a ridiculous connection. But despite the fact that I was about to turn thirty, and my body clock was supposedly ticking, I couldn’t attribute the unprecedented agony to any other cause.

My brain was scrambled, too, as I tried to predict how my day was going to play out.

Roman had convinced me that we should check out one of the hiking trails on the mountain today. But if my vagina swelled any more, they’d need to remove the doors on the cable car just to get me up the mountain. And if my torture continued, walking along the track, no matter how hot my company was, was the last thing I wanted on my agenda.

Trouble was, whilst I didn’t want Roman to think I was avoiding him, I sure as hell didn’t want to explain my misbehaving girly bits either.

I was fucked.

Forcing myself, I got up and told myself to get my sorry ass to breakfast. My throbbing vagina was the size of a football as I lugged it and me down the narrow stairs.

Entering the restaurant, it was like the entire nation had crammed into the room for the buffet breakfast. My smile probably looked more like a grimace as I wobbled my way around the tables, greeting everyone and confirming they’d had a good night.

By some of their glassy eyes and obvious hangovers, I’d say they had. According to the noise I heard in the middle of the bloody night, quite a few had stayed at the bar until it closed. I had no idea how they could even be here after that mammoth effort.

With thirty young tourists as hungry as rabid teenagers, breakfast was chaos in the tiny restaurant.

I spied Roman, and his face lit up and he waved me over. Walking like I’d ridden up the mountain on a horse, I weaved around my tourists toward him.

“Hey, Dais. I thought you were going to pike on me.” He patted the empty chair at his side.

“Pfft. Never.” I feigned shock as I eased myself gently onto the seat.

“It’s going to be great. I checked the weather—it’s a perfect day.”

My jaw dropped. “You checked the weather? You never check the weather.”

His grin grew to spectacular. “Ha-ha. Not for work. But always for play.”

Play?Hiking a mountain was not my idea of play. Then again, I’d never tried it. Nor did I really have a list of things I constituted as play, unless it was without clothes on, of course—then there were lots to play with. Not that I’d do that with Roman.Nope. Nu-huh.

Sharing a table, we ate breakfast. That meant a massivefeast for him—eggs, bacon, pancakes—but as much as I tried to eat, given the amount of exercise I predicted I’d be doing today, my churning insides couldn’t handle any more than a slice of toast with honey.

“You okay?” Roman nodded at my plate.

“Yeah. Not hungry. Still digesting that cheese fondue from last night.” The meal we’d been served at dinner was a must-have specialty in Switzerland. Three melted cheeses mixed with wine and a few delicate spices was my idea of heaven on a plate.

Add in some specially home-baked herb and garlic bread with a crispy crust, and I’d only stopped eating when I had to undo the button on my jeans.

Maybe that was the real reason behind my stomachache.

Roman drained his coffee and plonked his cup down. “Okay, shall we get going?”

“Sure. Let me brush my teeth and grab a few things, and I’ll meet you in the lobby in . . .” I glanced at my watch. It was only just seven o’clock. “. . . ten minutes.”

It was going to take me forever just to drag my vagina up to my room.

Right on time, I lobbed down the steps and smiled at the sound of Roman’s hearty laughter. A group of girls giggled with him.

I turned the corner and my stomach dropped. The giggling girls were all dressed for exercise. From the way they were standing in a semicircle around him and looking up at him like he was Brad Pitt, my lovely hike with just me and Roman had morphed into a battle for his attention.

“Here she is.” Roman beamed at me.

I crossed the carpet, forcing my legs to walk normally and not like I had a watermelon between them. Shaking off my disappointment, I said, “Hey, guys, what’s happening?”

“I asked them to come along with us. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not.” I flashed a smile that I hoped reflected my words.

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