“Where would I sleep?” I ask.
His eyes darken slightly.
“Across the hall from mine.”
Heat creeps up my neck.
“So you can keep an eye on Sasha?”
His gaze flicks briefly to my mouth.
“On the entire floor.”
Right.
“I’ve noticed you like control,” I say.
The corner of his mouth lifts faintly.
“I prefer order.”
“I’ll try not to disrupt it.”
“See that you don’t.”
My pulse jumps.
“Don’t worry, Miss Denning,” he says quietly. “I don’t bite.”
My breath catches.
“Good,” I reply lightly. “I’d hate to find out the hard way.”
His voice drops just enough to make it dangerous.
“Would you?”
That does something to me I do not want to examine.
“Sasha,” he says without looking away from me, “say goodbye.”
“Bye,” Sasha murmurs.
“Bye, buddy,” I say. “Save me a spot on the wall.”
He nods.
Roman turns toward the door.
“Did you drive here?”
“No. Bus.”
Disapproval flashes across his face.
“That will not happen again.”
Of course not.
