Chapter 393. Safe

Ria

She stared at him in astonishment and growing rage. Surely he had to be joking.

Jabbing her forefinger at the offensive bed in question, she snapped, her tones low and filled with agitation as she tried not to shout and disturb their old host.

'Philippe, are you kidding? I will NOT spend the night here on the same bed with YOU.’

The Capo measured her coolly, his large, muscular arms folded across his massive chest. His expression was unreadable but his hot black eyes were watching her unblinkingly and she had the strangest feeling that he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

Ria swallowed, the hunk in front of her was the only man she fantasised about; but she would be damned if she would allow him to take her virginity here, in this tiny, cramped room smelling of mould and old clothes, mothballs and age.

Glaring at him, she stood, hands on hips, breathing heavily, her angry eyes on the man observing her, his face otherwise