Page 82 of Sinful Temptations

But I hadn’t mentioned it either.

Oh, I wanted to. It was right there, burning at the forefront of my mind like a furnace.

But it was like it’d never happened. A few times I questioned whether or not it had. But I knew in my heart that it did. It was impossible to imagine a kiss like that.

It was a kiss that would have women packing their bags and crossing the world.

It was a kiss that made me desperate to find out how I could stay in this part of the world.

Had the marijuana blown that moment out of proportion?

Maybe it’d just been a quick peck and not a kiss that’d had my mind singing and my pussy purring like a contented cat.

I’d thought seeing him again in London would be awkward, but he acted like nothing had happened. It was the reality check I needed. Nothinghadhappened. Our kiss had been a stupid drug-induced peck, nothing more. I was a fool for reading into it.

Roman and I were just friends.Final.

Besides, I was supposed to be helping him get over Caterina as his wing-woman.

I’d been doing a shit job so far. This was the month to change that.

Our first two nights of the September tour were, as usual, spent in Paris. But it was no longer a city I adored. The entire time, I fought mental images of me with Pierre and him fucking his wife. The ones of me streaking up the street in an apron were there too, and although they were a bit funny, they were also cringeworthy.

I couldn’t get out of the supposedcity of lovequickly enough.

Paris would never be the same for me.

Roman wasn’t his usual self either, more brooding than chatty, and despite trying, I couldn’t work out why. Our trip to Château de Fontainebleau seemed to take forever.

About half an hour out of Paris, he glanced at me, trouble brewing in his eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He turned back to the road.

“Are you okay?”

“Sì, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’ve barely spoken a word to me in days.”

“I thought you liked it that way?”

I cocked my head. “Roman, come on. That’s unfair. That was when we first met—we’ve gone way past that now.”

“Si, we have, haven’t we?”

I frowned, unsure if he meant a whole lot more than what he was saying. “I agree. I can tell when something’s up. Want to talk about it?”

“Nothing is up. You going to see stable boy this month?”

I jerked back at his swift change in topic. “Is that what’s wrong? You worried about Luca?”

“No. Of course not. I don’t care whether you go to him or not.”

“But you’re the one who started this. I was quite happy before you came along.”

“You weren’t happy. You were dying on the inside, remember?”

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