Page 84 of Sinful Temptations

“You’re impossible. You know that, don’t you?”

“So I’ve been told.”

“No, I’m not going to Luca. I have a job to do. I’m going to keep my extracurricular activities outside of work.”

He chuckled. “Extracurricular activities. Is that what you call them?” He turned the bus into the road that led to the château.

“Speaking of my job.” I left his side and grabbed the microphone. “Okay, sleepy heads, time to wake up. We’re nearly here. You don’t need to bring anything with you except your appetite. I hope you’re all hungry because this high tea is one of the best in the world.”

The passengers began to murmur, and I thought it was my suggestion of food, until Lydia, the gorgeous Italian tourist from Rome, pointed out the side. “Oh, wow, look at that.”

I turned to the window and my eyes nearly popped right out of their sockets.

A beautiful Appaloosa horse was galloping alongside the coach. That was incredible enough, but on the horse was Luca. His gorgeous rust-colored hair was out, flowing in the breeze. He wore dark denim jeans, a chambray shirt, and a long black coat that flapped onto Wild Fire’s spotted flank.

The horse was predominantly black, with the exception of a patch of white on his rump that sported a collection of black spots.

Wild Fire was one of Luca’s favorite horses, yet this was the first time I’d seen him actually riding the stallion. The two of them together were a match made in a horny woman’s heaven.

Out the corner of my eye, Roman was practically breaking his neck trying to catch my reaction to Luca’s welcome performance.

With the butterflies in my stomach doing Olympic-worthy cartwheels, I reluctantly turned to Roman.

His grin was so wide it probably hurt. “You gonna change your mind?”

There were no words.

I turned back to Luca and his beautiful horse. He’d galloped ahead, spun the stallion around in a quick circle, and reared Wild Fire up onto his hind legs.

Both horse and rider were the subjects master artists would dream of. They possessed strength, agility, brawn, and beauty and were the sexiest combination I’d ever seen. Some of the tour group clapped at the spectacle as if the show was for them.

“Looks like someone’s excited to see you.” Roman’s comment was paired with a cheeky grin.

I turned back to Luca without offering a retort.

The butterflies in my stomach were the size of eagles by the time Roman pulled the coach into our designated parking bay. “You better go see Romeo before his balls turn blue.”

“Gross.” I scowled.

In response, Roman opened the door and flicked his hand like he was shooing me away.

My heart was in my throat as I climbed down the steps. To think Luca had done this for me had me as giddy as a lovesick virgin. I could barely breathe as I walked up to the stallion with an outstretched hand. Wild Fire bobbed his nose, and when I reached him, he wriggled his lips on my palm as if eating something out of my hand.

“Hi, Daisy.” Luca’s deep voice was manly and perfect.

“Hey, Luca.”

His eyes were stunning, bluer than I’d ever noticed before.

“I’ve been waiting all morning for you.”

“Really?” I asked. Feet crunched on the gravel behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. Roman was grinning at me like a crazy weirdo.

“It’s so good to see you.” Luca’s voice was Belgian chocolate, sweet and luxurious.

“Oh.” Tucking a loose curl away from my eyes, I shielded them from the sun to look up at him. With the fireball shining overhead, his hair blazed like flames. He was a Greek God, only a hell of a lot sexier.

He reached out his hand. “Come on up. I want to show you something.”

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