It’s late. I don’t say this, but I convey it in my eyes.
Romain smiles and sets the bottle down, taking my arm instead, fingers like iron as he jerks me closer. His scent is dark and seductive as it invades my senses, and he smells expensive like I could never afford him even if I had a lifetime to try. He curls his other arm around my waist so that I’m tightly held in his embrace. I feel his breath on my neck as he places his lips on my skin lightly, making my heart almost skitter to a stop.
He kisses me.
For the first time in a long time, I feel alive.
“I have a room upstairs,” he drawls in a low voice, breaking for air as I come apart in his arms.
“Why do you have a room?”
He chuckles. “Because I own this place.”
I glance at the hotel that seems to tower over the bar I just came from. It’s one of those fancy hotels that cost a fortune to stay one night in, and this guy owns it.
My parents would hate him.
Screw them and their fanatical ways. I’m going to do the only thing I know that will piss them off even more…
At a ripe old age of twenty-five, I’m going to finally lose my damn virginity.