But Rosabella shook her head. "You don't dare. You want me to be with a man? Then you better keep that promise." Her voice was a strained whisper.

Charles paused in the middle of the repulsion, stepping back to look at her, eyebrows arched. There was a fire in his eyes as the dominant mafia man looked intrigued by her words.

"I want to tell you that I've felt this before?" He rotated his hips slightly, seeing her inhale sharply as her fingers stiffened at his back.

"You can ...