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He bellowed his frustration... The swear word bounced off the walls, making him even more aware of how comprehensively she had shot his usual charm and sophistication with women completely to smithereens.
Damn her!
‘Open the door this instant, Milly.’
‘No,’ Milly shouted back through the wood, as she sank down against it, naked.
‘I’m warning you, if you don’t open it right now, there will be consequences.’
‘I don’t care,’ she yelled back.
‘Stop behaving like a two-year-old having a temper tantrum.’ The door reverberated against her back as he tried to open it. ‘We need to talk about this!’
‘No, we don’t,’ she shouted. ‘And FYI, I’m not the one punching a door naked, so if anyone’s behaving like a toddler having a meltdown, it’s you!’
The door stopped rattling. But she could hear him swearing in the room outside.
She frowned. What exactly was he so worked up about anyway? The history of her sex life—or rather the lack of it—reallywasnone of his business.
‘Fine! Stay in there and sulk,’ he said. ‘I’m going to the other suite to have a shower. But when I get back here you better be ready to talk to me about this. Or therewillbe consequences.’
‘What consequences, exactly?’ she goaded him. Getting annoyed now herself. She hadn’t deceived him, deliberately. And anyway, how did any of this make him the injured party? She was the one who was sore, not him.
‘Serious consequences,’ he announced, ominously. ‘Which have yet to be determined.’
‘Maybe you could kidnap me...’ she offered, suddenly desperate to humiliate him, too. ‘Then have your wicked way with me.’
‘That’s not funny,’ he declared.
The door began rattling again. Standing, she crossed the room and switched on the shower. The sound of the water jets pounding against the quartz almost covered the noise from outside.
‘I’m in the shower, go away!’ she announced, then stepped under the jets, ignoring him.
The rattling finally stopped. He must have gone to get his own shower.
She released the breath that had been trapped in her lungs ever since she had spotted him spotting the spots of her blood on the sheet.
Well, that hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Not that she’d had a plan, precisely.
But she really hadn’t expected Roman to figure out the truth. So quickly. And his reaction had been even more unexpected. Because she had seen the different emotions sweep across his features in that moment—and for once they hadn’t been masked by his arrogance, or his charm or that industrial-strength cynicism. She’d seen surprise followed by shock and confusion and then shame. Why should he be ashamed of sleeping with her when she had been more than willing?
She reached for a bottle of pricey shower gel. As she washed away the evidence of their lovemaking, she became brutally aware of all the places that were tender and sore. And the knot of tension in her throat threatened to choke her.
Should she have told him? That she was a virgin? Why had it mattered to him so much? When it really hadn’t mattered to her... Especially as he’d been so careful with her. So quick to slow down, so determined to ensure her pleasure first before he took his own.
She’d known he would be a magnificent lover. Which was precisely why she’d chosen him to be her first after their make-out session on the beach. But she hadn’t really expected him to be so generous and intuitive, too. Or that he would get so freaked out by her virginity. Not that she’d really thought about his feelings, at all.
She stepped out of the shower and turned off the jets. After grabbing a fluffy bath sheet from the pile of freshly laundered ones on the vanity, she wrapped it tightly around herself. A tremor ran through her body, even though the room was warm.
Maybe shedidowe him an apology, she thought miserably.
She hadn’t thought her virginity would matter to him, but it obviously had. The fact she hadn’t even considered his reaction was also selfish and short-sighted and, well, pretty entitled.
Finding a bathrobe, she slipped it on, then folded up the long sleeves.
She studied herself in the mirror, trying to find any noticeable differences. She touched the rough marks on her cheeks where he’d kissed her so thoroughly, he’d given her beard burn. And became aware of the beard burn she had in another, even more intimate spot. Or two intimate spots, to be precise.
The blush rose up her neck to join the colour in her cheeks. Without make-up on, her skin flushed from the hot shower, and her body sore in all sorts of unusual places, she felt new and different somehow.
