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As it rings, my stomach flips with every passing second. Maybe this is a terrible idea. Maybe I should hang up… the call connects.

“Hey, baby,” I say softly, my voice a little breathy as I press my breasts together more deliberately with one hand, tilting my head. “I decided to add a little spice to your day.”

I’m so focused on getting the angle right, on trying to look seductive the way the videos showed, that I don’t immediately look at the screen.

Then a deep, velvety voice, nothing like Luca’s, rumbles through the speaker.

“Yeah…” There’s the faintest hint of amusement in it. “This is definitely adding some spice to my day.”

My eyes snap up. It’s not Luca. Sharp, chiseled features fill the screen instead. Piercing blue eyes that drag slowly, shamelessly over my naked breasts and then up to my face.

A piercing shriek rips out of me. “Ah!”

I fling the phone across the bed as if it’s burned me. My heart pounds so violently I can barely breathe.

That was Roman. How—

“Okay, this isn't a good angle. I can't see you,” Roman's deep voice comes through the speakers.

“What? Oh my God…”

I scramble onto the mattress, nearly tangling myself in the sheets as I lunge for my phone so I can end the call.

I don’t even think to cover myself. The camera angle shifts wildly as I grab it, pointing straight at my oiled, naked body from the waist up.

Roman’s deep voice comes through again, smooth and far too calm. “Oh… an even greater view.”

A louder, more horrified scream tears from my throat. “Stop looking!”

My thumb fumbles across the screen, missing the button twice before finally disconnecting the call.

Silence crashes over the room.

I remain frozen on the bed, clutching the phone so tightly my knuckles ache. Then I bury my face in my hands.

“Oh… my… God.”

I just flashed my sister’s fiancé.

Chapter 2

Aurora

I stare at the now-dark screen of my phone in utter disbelief, my heart hammering so violently it feels like it’s trying to punch its way out of my chest.

What the hell just happened? How did Roman Sokolov pick up Luca’s call? What is he doing with Luca’s phone in the first place?

My fingers tremble as I double-check the contact. It’s definitely Luca’s number. I don’t even have Roman’s number saved. So how? A glitch?

And of all the days… of all the moments I finally decide to be bold, to strip naked, oil my skin, and try to seduce my boyfriend on camera… this is when Roman answers?

My mind is spiraling in a hundred directions at once. Mortification burns through me like fire. I snatch my robe from the chair and yank it on, tying the belt with shaky hands just as my phone starts ringing again.

The screen flashes Luca’s name. I answer instantly, pressing the phone to my ear. “Luca? What the hell is going on—”

A deep, dangerously calm voice cuts me off. Roman’s voice.

“That was rude,” he says smoothly. “I barely had time to appreciate the view before you ended the call.”