Rose was under the hot water, thinking, thinking hard about what this arrangement meant for her. She knew she couldn’t resist Roman, no matter if he was a mafia boss or an old patient. His fleeting albeit scorching touches played a dirty game on her. And it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of his penetrating gaze too. He saw right through her, knew exactly what could possibly upset her, and what could hurt her too…
Hell, he even remembered that she was allergic to berries. She hadn’t felt so seen in years.
Before long, she was drying herself up with a towel. She had only put on cute and simple black underwear, with a white bow at the front, when there was a knock on the door.
She didn’t get to say a word, too mortified as she was, before the very man who troubled her came in, an e
