Page 63 of Resisting Royal

“Hardly.” But in truth, I wouldn’t argue or mind one single bit if Bianca wanted to tame me. Images of her in the green lace dress flooded my mind. Would she still have it on when I made it back to the main house, when we made it up to our room? I wondered, and I hoped. I prayed I would be the one who got to slip my palms onto her thigh and work the material up her waist.

“You got lost there for a second,” Roman pointed out.

“It’s the dress,” I admitted, and he laughed, knowing full well what a fucking dress can do to a man.

He looked at his watch, and I mirrored the action, shocked that an hour had already gone by. “Do you want to go back to the dress?”

More than fucking anything, but banking on actually removing it was only a dream. “It can wait. You know what, maybe I will take another.”

Shaw reached for the case next to him and came up empty handed. “Let me run back for some refills.”

I wanted to tell him it wasn’t necessary; I was only killing time, but what would be the point? If he didn’t go for a drink for me, he would be going for a drink for someone at some point. Shaw stood, mimicking the same stretch Roman had done a minute or two before and headed for the barn exit.

Grabbing hold of the heavy door, he pulled on the iron handle, sliding the door open, when suddenly the ground shook. Lights exploded, sound pulsed, and everyone fell backward, pushed by invisible fingers to the ground. Heat engulfed the structure as fire rapidly licked up the walls, and the whole time the only thing I could think of was Bianca.

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