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“What?”
She nibbles on her bottom lip and after a few false starts she finally says, “We never did talk about that night, Roman.”
My insides go dark as I push back into my seat. “Nothing to talk about. It was a mistake. I had too much to drink,” I lie. I don’t want to be a prick. I don’t want to hurt her—again. But I can’t tell her I’d lost all control of myself and was sure if I didn’t have a taste of her, right that very second, I’d combust. I don’t want to lead her on or let her think there could be more between us. I never want to let Cason down, and I broke the bro code once. I’m not about to lose my control and do it again. Nothing short of a brain tumor stealing my ability to think with clarit
y could make me kiss her a second time.
“Now what was that you said last night about us working the kinks out?”
Ah, shit, now why the hell did I say that?
“Details,” she says quickly. “We need to work out the details.”
“Isn’t that what I said?” I ask to cover my slip, because no way, no damn way on the face of this earth am I going to think about Peyton and kink in the same sentence ever again.
Goddammit, I’m thinking about it.
“No,” she says quietly, breathlessly, heat coloring her cheeks. “It’s not what you said.”
“It’s what I meant to say.” I push from my seat. “Now how about that drink?”
Unless, of course, she does want to talk about kink.
CHAPTER THREE
Peyton
I WAKE TO find a set of intense brown eyes watching me carefully. I stiffen and blink, glancing around as memories infiltrate my brain, and that’s when I realize I’m on Roman’s plane and we’ve just landed in Malta. Excitement wells up inside me as I reach for my phone and check the time. It’s nearing midnight local time, six hours later than New York.
“Did you get any sleep?” I ask Roman as he finger-combs his dark hair, not that any of it is out of place. No, Roman Bianchi is always put together, and as I look at him, I wonder what it would take to rattle the man and shatter his hard-earned control.
“Just a bit.” He shoves his tablet into his leather briefcase and smooths his hands over his button-down shirt and dress pants. “It was hard with all your snoring, though.”
What the hell? I stare at him. My God, his delivery was so deadpan, I almost think he’s telling the truth, either that or the long trip gave him a sense of humor. I open my mouth to come back with some smart-ass comment when the door to the cockpit opens. I turn to find two men stretching their limbs as they step into the cabin.
“Roman,” the pilot says, his gaze sliding to me. He gives a curt nod. “I hope you enjoyed the flight.”
“It was a great flight, thank you,” I say.
Roman steps up to address the two men and I turn my attention to my belongings. I shove my magazine into my bag, and the ring on my left finger sparkles beneath the overhead lighting. I stand up straight, my heart jumping a little bit as I take a moment to admire the gorgeous diamond and gold band.
How could his ex-fiancée not want to wear something so precious? I can’t blame Roman for being off women after getting his heart broken. Something twists deep inside me. That had to have been a horrible experience for him and I profoundly hate that he’s resigned himself to the idea of spending his life alone. Then again, who am I to judge?
I flinch as Roman slides his big hand around my back, his warm scent filling my senses. Yeah, it’s true. I’m really going to have to work on my reactions and figure out a way to not like his touch so much.
“All set?” he asks, his voice low and groggy...sleepy and sexy.
“I’m ready.” I frown and reach into my purse. “I have the name of a cab company here. I’m supposed to call when we land.”
He snatches his briefcase from the floor. “It’s been taken care of.”
“You arranged a cab?”
With his hand on the small of my back again—jeez, I wish I didn’t really like that so much—he guides me to the door. “Something like that.”
“Well, you either did or you didn’t, Roman.”
“You know, it was so peaceful when you were sleeping.” I open my mouth, ready to tell him where he can shove his peace, but he smirks and adds, “Until you started snoring, of course.”
