I take a peek from Roman’s chest to see Elizabeth’s back is turned.
“Yes, breakfast is starting. It’s almost 10:00 a.m. I just wanted to know…I will leave you to it.” Elizabeth hurries to the door and closes it behind her.
“We will be down in a bit!” Roman shouts and then laughs.
I slap his chest softly. “Why are you laughing?”
Roman’s chest shakes as he laughs harder. “You almost killing me and my mother thinking she just walked into a porn flick.”
“You don’t know what your mother is thinking,” I counter, moving away from his chest. I can see the soft laugh lines around Roman’s mouth. His teeth are perfect and white.
“This happiness looks good on you,” I reply before I can stop myself.
His brows furrow. “I don’t look happy?”
I pause to answer, enjoying the feel of his thumb drawing small circles on my shoulder.
“You look grumpy most days.”
Roman nods. “The days you met me have all been days of stress. But I smile…”
I tilt my head and stare at him, challenging him silently to spew that lie again.
He chuckles. “Okay, okay. I am not much of a smiling person. But I do smile.”
“And it’s such a nice smile,” I add. See? I did it again. Roman’s face searches mine, and I finally move my hands away from his chest.
His warm, large, sexy chest and his abs—I could just lick them. Yup, it’s time for me to get up.
I roll away from him and jump to my feet. I walk back to the bed and jump back in.
“You got to get up, Noelle,” Roman says.
“It’s snowing outside. This day is meant to stay in bed.” I moan into a pillow.
“Look at me,” Roman says.
I sit up, leaning against the headboard, and look at him. Roman has to know he is like a hot nerd. The glasses on his face, the navy-blue pajamas riding low on his hip. The deep cut of the V below his abs, but it’s like thick abs. His chest, his arms…I want to scrape my nails over his chest. Dip my tongue in the V to see how deep it is.
“Are you done?” Roman asks with his arms opened.
I shrug. “You are the one that said look at me. And I did. Can you blame a girl?”
He drags his hand down his face. “I need you to focus. Remember the rules. We should be okay for the rest of our time here.”
I salute Roman. “Yes, sir, captain, sir.”
His lips fold. “I am being serious, Noelle.”
“You haven’t set a goal for this time here?” I ask.
“You asked me that question earlier; I don’t understand what you mean.” He folds his arms over his chest.
I nod. “When someone hires an escort, it’s for a reason or a goal. It could be for sex, companionship, to talk to someone.”
Roman’s jaw rocks as he listens.
“What’s your goal?” I ask.
