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"Do you want access to a yacht?" he asked.
Was he offering his? "No. I told you; I want to go on a cruise."
He shook his head, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "To Mexico."
"Exactly."
CHAPTER 7
The next morning, Rowan woke beside Lysander, her body still lethargic from the surfeit of pleasure their night together had brought. She didn't want to leave the warmth of his body, much less his bed, but they'd set the parameters very succinctly. No commitments. Just sex. Not feelings.
Rowan frowned, her heart squeezing a little in her chest. It wasn't a great time to realize she might be one of those people for whom sex was never just a physical act. Even married to a man she'd rapidly fallen out of love with, she'd felt an emotional connection to him because of the sex they shared, no matter how infrequent.
Which was why she'd been so hurt to find out about his infidelity. She hadn't loved him any longer, but that act of sex between them? It had still felt like something important, something he should not have been doing with other people while married to her.
However, what she'd experienced last night with Lysander blew ten years of tepid emotional connection out of the water. Every time she'd taken Lysander into her body, she'd felt like their souls collided and entwined.
And hers felt bruised this morning from all the mental reminders she'd had to give herself not to settle into the feelings.
They weren't real.
It was just sex. Amazing, mind blowing, never before experienced emotionally intense sex. At least for her. But still, it had only been a temporary pleasure. Nothing lasting.
Lysander didn't do commitment and did Rowan really want one? Regardless of how incredible the night before had been, how connected she had felt to her Greek billionaire lover, she didn't want strings that tethered her to a life that wasn't hers to lead as she saw fit.
After losing ten years of her life to a bad marriage, Rowan wanted to experience all the adventures life had to offer. She was never going back into the wife-of-an-important-businessman box again, that jail cell that only allowed for certain behaviors and certain friends.
She'd always bucked against the constraints, but her efforts had been thwarted by both her husband's and her own family's expectations. She'd wanted to take a paid, fulltime position with her organization from the beginning. Cyrus had allowed part-time volunteer work. Looking back, she hated that she'd agreed to keep the peace.
She'd made friends that didn't further her husband's or father's business interests, but the time she'd had to spend with them had been minimal. She'd been used to juggling the life she wanted with the life she led. She'd been doing it since she was a child, being encouraged by her mother to invite certain children home to play.
At some point that juggling had felt more like trying to catch spinning plates in the air. Rowan had been so stifled in those last couple of years, it had been hard to breathe.
So, she needed to get out of this bed, get dressed and get the heck out of Lysander's house. They'd had their fun, now it was time for her to go.
Moving very carefully, so as not to wake him, she slid toward the side of the bed.
"Where are you going?"
Rowan startled and turned quickly to face him. "Um, it's morning."
"I am aware. We didn't close the curtains to the balcony," he said.
Right. The sun shone into the room brightly, though it had risen only a little while before.
"I should get going."
"Why? You do not have to work. Today is Saturday. You have clothing here for any eventuality we may plan."
"That wardrobe hanger is pretty full. Why is that?" Had he planned on her staying the weekend? Was that what he wanted?
Was that whatshewanted?
"I am thorough."
"We agreed to one night."
"Did we?" he asked.
