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Ava:The hotel?
Roman:MY hotel. I’ll send a car for you.
Ava:You don’t have to do that. I can take the train.
Roman made a sound of frustration in the back of his throat and didn’t miss Camille’s curious look. She was on the phonewithGQ, rescheduling his interview and promising them more time with him.
He typed back quickly.
Roman:PLEASE let me send a car for you.
Ava:But there will be traffic!
Roman:Are you overthinking this?
Ava:Yes...
Roman:You don’t need to. Not with me.
Two full minutes passed, during which Roman quietly freaked out, thinking she was going to tell him to forget it. But then his phone buzzed and her reply appeared.
Ava:Okay.
The relief was intense. He asked where to send the car, and the address she gave was in the Bronx.
Camille did a lot for him, but Roman could at least schedule a car to pick up Ava. He sent a text to the service he used, then got out of the SUV at his building, directing his driver to take Camille to her home in Queens. Then he went upstairs to get ready for his night with Ava.
Text Exchange with Damaris Fuentes
Ava:Remember that guy I met a few months ago?
Damaris:You mean Mr. Dulce, your one and only one night stand?
Ava:That’s not his name, but yes.
Damaris:As if I’d forget. Why? What happened?
Ava:I’m seeing him again tonight.
Damaris:You know I’m a fan of manifesting the life you want and all that shit, but what brought this on? You said it was a one time thing, never to be repeated.
Twenty Minutes Later
Ava:I’ll explain tomorrow.
Chapter 8
Roman flopped onto his back, his heart hammering against his rib cage. Ava lay naked on her back beside him, her skin shiny from exertion. They were stretched out on a king-size bed in the Dulce Flor’s penthouse suite, the blankets tangled all around them.
The second they’d walked in, she’d grabbed him by the tie and kissed him senseless, and his intention to find out why she’d contacted him had flown out of his head. They’d fallen on each other with ravenous hunger, more like long lost lovers reuniting than the virtual strangers they actually were.
Roman hadn’t questioned it. Like the first time, he’d simply given her everything she’d asked for and taken everything she’d been willing to give.
And it had beenexplosive.
But now that they’d come—him once, her twice—he wanted to get to the bottom of what had brought her here tonight.
It took him several seconds to find his voice. Clearing his throat, he spoke as nonchalantly as he could. “So, how was your day?”
