AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Roman shook his head. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Roman—”
“I mean it.” He backed away, his eyes taking on a new look that Eliza had never seen before. “You shouldn’t have done that, Eliza.”
TRANSCRIPT
Defense: We’ve been talking about motive, Ms. Sands, so I’d like to further discuss the restraining order the victim took out on you a few months before his death. What pushed him to do that?
Penny Sands: I don’t know. He was a psychopath. Why did he do any of it?
Defense: If I recall, that’s what he said about you when he spoke with the police.
Penny Sands: Then it’s my word against his, and he’s dead. I guess that means I win by default.
Defense: He stated that you continually tried to contact him, even after he asked you to stay away. Is that true?
Penny Sands: I had a pretty good reason to want to talk to him.
Defense: It’s noted here from the victim’s personal files that you had begun taking things that belonged to him. He recorded in a journal that you stole several items. Is this also true?
Penny Sands: I borrowed, like, a pen. It wasn’t a big deal.
Defense: Why did you take it at all?
Penny Sands: It was an accident. It’s not like he deserved any of his nice things.
Defense: Did he deserve to die?
Penny Sands: Someone thought so. Why don’t you ask the other woman he was sleeping with? I don’t think she was happy when she found out about me.
TEN
Six Months Before
August 2018
God, baby—yes!”
Penny winced as he pounded into her, rattling the bed frame. Her hands reached up, clasped the rails as the headboard banged against the wall.
“You are so damn beautiful.” He lowered his head to her neck, hot breath tickling the skin beneath her chin. “I’ve had my eye on you since the first day you walked into class. I saw you, and I thought to myself—”
“How about we don’t talk?” Penny murmured. Then she added quickly, “It’s sexier when you leave a little to the imagination.”
“Ah.” He grinned, then resumed the stupid thrusting motion he’d been doing with his hips for the last two minutes. “I see. So you like it when—”
Penny pressed her lips to his in a sloppy kiss. It was her last resort, but she was willing to try anything for a moment of silence. Her efforts were rewarded for a few precious seconds before the blissful silence was shattered by a deep groan. He leaned against her, panting.
“Do you have a condom?” he murmured. “I think I forgot mine in the car. I should have—”
“It’s fine,” Penny mumbled. “I’m on birth control. Let’s just—”
She stopped herself before she added get this over with.
Even Ryan Anderson, idiot that he was, would recognize that for an insult. Poor Ryan whose script Penny had borrowed. He’d then bought her dinner three nights running in a series of lackluster dates. Finally, Penny had allowed him into her apartment and beneath her sheets out of sheer sympathy.
Ever since the day Roman had kissed Penny, she’d been unable to banish him from her thoughts, though she’d tried. She’d tried and she’d tried and she’d tried every trick in the book to rid her mind of him, but she’d failed.
