Her Venice Affair novel Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

"Are you sure that's what I said?" Riana asked for the hundredth time that week. She couldn't possibly believe she agreed to any of it. After that kiss-which still tied her stomach in knots every time she thought about it-she didn't remember a word he said. She was too busy watching those lips move, wondering when he was going to kiss her again. She thought about it every moment of every day.

She sighed. Those sweet, sexy lips...

She slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand. Idiot! Aren't you in a mess already because of those lips!

Loraine stuffed her mouth with more popcorn. "Yup. You, my dear friend, agreed to service him every single night of those two weeks. But he did promise to repay the favor tenfold."

Riana dropped on the couch, her head in her hands. "Oh, God. I agreed to have sex with a total stranger."

"For two weeks."

"I know that!" she snapped.

Loraine was quiet for a moment before she leaned in and added conspiratorially. "Every. Single. Night."

"Loraine!"

She shrugged backing away. "Hey, he hasn't tried to track you down in over a week. Maybe he's changed his mind. Maybe he's found another girl to take."

The thought of Allan taking another girl on a trip he'd promised her after the bone-melting kiss he'd planted on her made her chest ache with unfamiliar pain. He said they'd leave in a week's time. It had been ten days. Three days past the seven that composed a week.

She chewed nervously on her lower lip. Could Loraine be right?

Oh please no! "You think so?"

Loraine sighed with exasperation. "You can't be serious, Riana! First you were freaking out about going out of the country with a stranger and now the prospect of it not happening is making you sad? Make up your mind woman!"

Riana leaned her head back against the backrest of the couch, pulled the quilt over her head, and groaned. "I don't know what to do or think. I'm so confused!"

The doorbell rang and Loraine stood to answer it. "Well, you better make up you mind before Mr. Allan Sinclair decides to call you." Riana heard the door open, and then Loraine laughed. "Actually, you are going to have to make that decision now."

"Huh?" Riana pulled the quilt off her face and turned to the door. There stood a man in a chauffer's uniform with his cap held against his chest. He had the largest smile plastered on his face.

"Miss Albury, Mr. Sinclair is waiting for you at the airport. He has your passport and all other necessary documentation. His instructions are not to pack any clothing items, as all you require will be purchased once you reach your destination. The jet will be leaving for Italy in an hour." He turned to the side and stretched his arm out signaling with his cap. "Shall we?"

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Allan leaned back in his comfy, leather seat, hoping to get at least one hour of sleep before Riana arrived and they could finally leave. Seven hours in the sky with a beautiful woman and no work to plow through, after working on very little sleep for the past two days, was exactly what he needed. Acquiring a hotel chain was more of a headache than he had anticipated.

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