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“I was beginning to wonder.”

I waited where I was before deciding to head to the bar. I’d managed to pour myself a drink of my favorite whiskey when she returned.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

“Do what?”

“The beautiful clothes. The robe. The lingerie. Why?”

“Because I wanted to and because we’re going out to dinner tonight.”

She frowned, her eyes penetrating mine. “Don’t make me like you, Havros. I don’t want my heart broken.”

Why was it that those words affected me more than almost anything else she’d said to me? “I don’t plan on it.”

Her nod was meant as being thankful I had no intentions of carrying through with my claim of ownership.

But she was wrong.

Very wrong.

CHAPTER 26

Havros

Fuck me.

Kara continued leaving me with the feeling of breathlessness. The filthy visions had been with me all through the day, more so during dinner. As she’d batted her long eyelashes just to tease me while looking over the rim of her wineglass, I’d been forced to shift my aching cock. My trousers had suddenly become way too tight.

“Come on. Let’s take a selfie together.” Kara laughed as she skipped around me, the ivory dress I’d selected online utter perfection. Paris fashion was definitely more her style.

At least in my humble opinion.

“Oh, no. I don’t do selfies. I’m not twenty any longer.” She had a way of making me smile, my mind capable of shoving aside all the atrocities if only for a little while.

“That’s right,” she said as she stopped moving. She swung out her hip, planting the hand not holding her iPhone onto it. She’d left her hair loose and long, which allowed the tendrils of curls to drift in front of her face. “You areveryold.”

“I’ll get you for that.”

“Oh, no. You will not.” Kara wagged her finger at me, squealing when I took off jogging toward her. She backed away, bumping hard into another tourist. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

The guy looked like he was going to foam at the mouth until he noticed just how beautiful she was. His expression of anger turned into one of lust.

Fortunately for him, he noticed my advance and the brutal look I obviously had on my face. He threw up his hands, backing away quickly.

She tossed her head over her shoulder, glaring at me. “You are a big brute.”

“Absolutely. I have every right to be.”

Her body was swaying in a way to entice me and it was working. “Uh-huh. Of course you do. One selfie. Just one. I promise I won’t use it for anything. Well, maybe for my personal use.”

I grumbled as I approached and without giving me any time to pose or object, she swung around, pressing our bodies together. She had the lens just over our heads, snapping the photograph so quickly I was blinded by the flash.

Her laugh was as delightful as everything else. She stepped away, checking the picture. Her small nose was wrinkled.

“Let me guess. It’s terrible.”

“No, it’s perfect,” she whispered. “Just perfect.” A forlorn look crossed her face as she lifted her head, staring at the underside of the Eiffel Tower. She held the phone against her chest before sliding it back into her purse. When she shivered, I yanked off my jacket, immediately heading toward her and throwing it around her shoulders. “You didn’t need to do that.”

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