Page 37 of How To Tempt The Off-Limits Billionaire

She was feeling mushy, attached and emotional.

She knew that great sex produced oxytocin and that the hormone was associated with bonding, trust and loyalty. She was just experiencing a chemical storm, it didn’t mean anything.

Unless it meant something...

Argh!

No, that wasn’t possible. She’d known Muzi for less than three weeks, she couldn’t possibly be feeling more for him than attraction. This was nothing more than rebound sex...

She wasn’t the type to fall into bed, or into a relationship, quickly. When it came to her heart and emotions, she wasn’t an impulsive person. It took her three months to agree to date Kelvin, another two before she slept with him. She didn’t treat love rashly and didn’t jump into situations that could cause heartbreak.

No, she wasn’t falling in love. She was in lust...that was totally, utterly different. But if she was...

Hypothetically, she was sort of...kind of...okay with the concept and she wasn’t completely freaked out. Ro tipped her head back and released a long breath. She reminded herself that she no longer knew what love meant, she’d been disappointed by Kelvin, her parents were divorcing, and Gil and Zia were the most screwed-up coupleever. One night with Muzi and she was prepared to ignore all rational evidence that love was a farce and dive on in?

Anyone would think that she’d banged her head, not Muzi.

Ro heard his footsteps behind her and smiled when he dropped a kiss on top of her head. He came into her direct view and Ro noticed that he was holding two wineglasses and a bottle of red.

“It’s a fifteen-year-old bottle of Shiraz, from a vineyard we own,” Muzi told her. “Can I interest you in a glass?”

Ro nodded, taking in his fresh pair of navy blue chino shorts, his white linen shirt and expensive flip-flops. He opened the bottle, poured an inch into each glass and handed one to her. She didn’t bother to smell or swirl, causing Muzi to roll his eyes good-naturedly, and took a hefty swallow. “It’s good,” she told him.

“It’s bloody fantastic,” Muzi corrected her, sitting down in the chair next to her. Muzi dropped his head back to stare at the sunset. He sighed and when Ro looked at him, she caught his smile. “Today was a damn fun day.”

“It was,” Ro agreed.

“So why, then, were you looking a little lost when I came out here?” Muzi asked. His next question was typical Muzi, direct and honest. “Do you regret us sleeping together?”

Ro lifted her eyebrows. “What?No!”

Muzi sipped his wine and returned his gaze to the mountain and the setting sun, skepticism on his face.

She could explain, Ro thought. He’d understand. “I was just wrapping my head around the fact that I’d never had such good sex in my life, not even with my fiancé.”

He shot up so fast that her head spun. “What the hell? You have afiancé?”

Ro lifted her hand and shook her head. “Calm down, Triple M. It’s been over for a few months.”

Muzi scowled at her, his lips pulled into a thin line. “For future reference, feel free to use the prefix ‘ex’ whenever you mention the wordfiancé,” he muttered before sitting down again.

He sounded properly upset. “I’m sorry.” She eyed him over her glass. “So, judging by your hot response, I take it that you don’t sleep with women who are in committed relationships?”

He didn’t need to answer, she saw his reply in his narrowed eyes and tight expression. Right, Muzi didn’t poach on other men’s territory. That was honorable, respectful and his response was another tick in her He’d Make a Fantastic Boyfriend column.

For someone else, obviously, but not for her. There were too many ticks in her Why This Would Never Work column to consider him as anything other than a lovely, exciting diversion.

Muzi placed his feet on the railing in front of them and watched the light changing over his lands, his tension sliding away. “What happened? Why did you guys break up?”

“He sent me a text message meant for her, saying how much he enjoyed the night they spent together. And that he liked her pink panties.” Ro wrinkled her nose. “I don’t own pink panties. And, big clue, I was already in Cape Town when I got the text.”

Muzi muttered something underneath his breath but although she couldn’t hear him distinctly, she knew it wasn’t a compliment. His immediate instinct to defend her made her feel warm and squishy. She was being ridiculous.

“I presume you were devastated when he cheated on you?”

Ro nodded, then scrunched up her face, questioning her response. Had she been? She mourned the death of her dreams, the future she’d created with him, the wife she intended to be, the kids they’d have. Did she mourn him? She wasn’t so sure.

“He changed my thoughts about love and relationships,” Ro explained, pulling her heels up onto the edge of her chair and wrapping her arms around her bent knees. She rested her cheek on her knee as she looked at him. “Actually, everything that has happened over the past few months has changed what I thought I knew about love and commitment.”

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