ROMAN'S POV

“I thought you said you were not interested in bringing me to your bed?” she asked, her index finger trailing lazily down my chest.

The touch was feather-light, yet it carried a weight that pressed against every nerve in my body. My throat felt dry as I tried to gather my words.

“I brought you here to help you,” I said, keeping my voice even though I could feel the heat creeping up the back of my neck.

She tilted her head, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. “So now ...