My stomach flip-flops. "This is silly." This is already awkward enough without pretending Roman is Luca Fontaine.

"Try," Roman says, as if he were urging me to eat my vegetables or something equally mundane.

But as strange as the request might be, as nervous as it makes me, I find myself wanting to rise to the challenge. To prove to myself - and to him - that I can take the initiative, that I can lead the course of a seduction.

"I look at his drink," I ...