Rose didn’t know anything about the butterflies swarming her belly, and would happily deny their existence… but the sight of Roman Bianchi making a beeline to her, in an impeccable navy blue suit, was enough to make any tame woman go wild.
Rose was determined to be the exception to that very rule… Even though flashes of their passionate night together flooded her mind.
How could she have allowed such a dangerous man to take her, in a restaurant no less?
“Good to see you again, Roman,” she said breathlessly… and boy did the words sound wrong on her.
“Still trying to remain professional, I see?” He said at once, an eyebrow rising in question, and she wasn’t sure how to take the comment.
“I just…” she stammered on her words, and blushed to the roots of her hair, to her utter and complete
