sound the alarm. I don’t have an easy way to get ahold of her, so I have to go make sure she’s not forming a search party.”
His frown cleared. “I understand.” He got out of bed and pulled on his shorts. “I’ll give you a ride back.”
She started to tell him she didn’t need that, but the truth was she did. It was one thing to take his cart because she’d changed her mind about being with him and didn’t want to walk the paths alone at night. It was another to want to skip a potentially awkward morning-after conversation. She was an adult. She could handle it.
She hoped. “Thanks. That would be helpful.”
He threw on his shirt but didn’t bother buttoning it. It gave him the look of a... She didn’t even know, but she liked it. A lot. Down, girl. She found her shoes and followed him out to the golf cart.
Allie was so tense as she sat next to him, she was surprised she didn’t jostle right out of the seat when he put the cart into gear, but he reached over and took her hand, interlacing their fingers as if they held hands all the time. She relaxed, muscle by muscle, but her nerves didn’t calm. “I don’t do that normally—any of it.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He squeezed her hand. “I had a good time last night.”
“Me...too.” She studied his profile. Adonis, indeed. “A really good time.”
He shot her a look as he took a turn onto a path marked with her villa number. “I’m in danger of being pushy, but I’d like to have a repeat—or several. I’m here on business, but my nights are yours if you’re interested.”
Her breath caught in her throat, though she couldn’t say why. To spend her days with Becka doing all the activities they had planned and her nights with her Adonis... That truly would be paradise. She licked her lips. “I...I’d like that.”
He grinned and pulled to a stop where the cart path ended and the walking path began. “In that case, would you gift a poor man with your name? You’ll always be Aphrodite to me, but I’d like to know the true identity of the woman I plan to have coming countless times in the next few days.”
She blushed and then called herself an idiot for blushing. “I’m Allie.”
He went so still, he might as well have turned into a statue. Those hazel eyes focused on her with unsettling intensity. “Allie? Allie Landers?”
She jerked her hand back, her heart beating for a reason that had nothing to do with desire. “How do you know my last name?”
He laughed, but not like anything was funny. “This is so fucked.”
“What are you talking about?”
Gone was the devilishly charming Adonis who’d seduced her with little effort last night, replaced by a cold man she didn’t recognize. “Roman Bassani.”
She knew that name. She knew that name. Allie scrambled out of the cart and took several steps back, though he made no move to touch her again. “The guy who keeps hounding me? What the hell are you doing here?”
His smile was as cold as any she’d seen. “I’m here to convince you to sell your business.”
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