Chapter 82

Blair woke up to Roman’s fingers drawing lazy circles on her bare shoulder. For about three seconds, she let herself sink into the warmth of his body against hers, the way his breath tickled her neck. Then reality crashed back down like a brick. Shit, she couldn’t just stay here.

Last night. The dinner. Luca. Sutton’s secret burning a hole in her chest.

“Morning,” Roman murmured, his voice still deep with sleep.

“Hey.” She tried to slip out of bed, but his arm tightened around her waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Shower. We have work.”

“We also have that conversation I promised you.” His voice had lost that sleepy edge. Now it was all business. Dangerous business.

Blair’s stomach twisted. She’d been hoping, stupidly she knew, that maybe he’d forgotten. Or at least decided to let it slide. But Roman didn’t forget anything, and he sure as hell didn’t let things slide.

“Roman, I really don’t—”

“Nope.” He sat up, running a hand th