Page 31 of Sinful Promises
“So, why did you think I’d do it?”
“You know.” A tiny smile curled on his lips. “Daisy chain.”
“Oh my god!” I slapped his shoulder. “You know what it is?”
“You kept dodging around it, so I looked it up.”
“Good. Now you know why I hate my name.”
“I think it’s funny and cute.”
“Oh, yeah, real cute.”
“I’m sure your parents were thinking of the flower reference when they named you, and not the other.”
My parents were probably so stoned it had been impossible for them to think. I huffed. “You don’t know my parents.”
He tilted his head sideways as if trying to look at me straight on, and the sun caught in his beard that was now so thick it completely concealed his manly chin dimple. “So, what did you and Jonas get up to?”
“And Rebecca.”
“And Rebecca?” He wagged his head.
“We just did the spa stuff together—a couple of saunas, a couple of spas, a swim, oh, and a few cocktails at the bar.”
Dragging his eyes from the road, he squinted at me. “There’s something you’re not telling me, and I can tell it’s big. So, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to imagine all kinds of kinky stuff. After all, we were in Berlin. The capital of kink.”
Giggling, I silently agreed. Worried Roman would be thinking the worst of me, I needed to put him out of his misery. “Okay, Mr. Impatient. The spa place I went to was a no-textile resort. As in, no clothes.”
“You were naked! Aha. I knew it. And?” His eyes flared with the question.
As we cruised along the autobahn at eighty miles per hour, I told Roman everything I did at Vabali. Well, nearly everything. I described the fun in the mudroom but left out touching Rebecca’s boobs and the intimate details of Jonas’s schlong.
“I’m so impressed with you, Red.” Roman was positively beaming at me, and it was up there as one of the proudest moments of my life.
“Thank you.” I could walk on water right now.
“Next month, I’m coming with you.”
My jaw dropped.
He blinked at me. “What?”
My fingers strangled the pole as my knees nearly buckled beneath me. “No, nothing. Sounds good.” My voice was verging on helium-inhalation level as I dragged myself back to my seat and flopped down.
Cool, Daisy. Real cool.
Roman turned his gaze back to the road, but I couldn’t drag my attention away from anything other than images of the two of us getting naked together. My girly bits were squirming so much it was a wonder I didn’t slip right off my seat.
God damn it, Daisy. Calm your farm.
Maybe I needed to take up crosswords or something—anything to get my mind off Roman.
After a quick half-hour stop at a tiny café that served the best Black Forest cake in the world—according to the flashing sign out the front, and my opinion, for that matter—we all climbed aboard again.
I settled back on my seat, and with my belly full and the hum of the tires sounding in my ears, I curled my hands beside my head and did something I rarely did—I gave myself permission to have a quick nap.
About two hours later, we pulled into the parking lot of our hotel in Prague. As Roman sorted out everyone’s luggage, I arranged the rooms and distributed keys as each person entered the lobby.