The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

myself to look away to fight the blush I felt creeping. I
needed to get out of here.
“Addie?”
“Huh? What?” I blinked and looked at Etienne, who was
staring at me with a raised eyebrow. “Sorry. I zoned out.”
“I was telling Elias that if he needs anything you’re right
next door.”
“Oh. Yeah. Right next door.” I jutted my thumb in the
direction of my villa.
“Your family owns that villa?” he asked.
“Yep.” I watched him to see if he gave away any kind of
hint that he might remember. He didn’t.
He’d asked me the exact same question the night we
hooked up and I’d gotten no reaction out of him just now.
Was I that unforgettable? I took a breath. I wanted to be
unforgettable. I wanted to be invisible. I didn’t want him to
remember me at all. Wasn’t that what I wanted? It didn’t
matter. That was the reality.
“So, I guess I’ll be seeing you around,” he said.
“I guess so.” I smiled again. “Actually, I’m only available
after five on weekdays.”
“But if you need anything, she can pause what she’s
doing,” Etienne said.
“My uncle asked me to fix up the bookstore,” I responded
as way of explanation.
“That isn’t your . . . ” Etienne exhaled heavily, shaking
his head.
I already knew exactly what he was going to say. It was
the same thing he’d been saying to me since he arrived four
days ago. The bookstore wasn’t my job. If I was going to take
time away from my actual career planning events, the least I
could do was actually decompress and relax. Blah, blah, blah.
But I had already promised my uncle I would help out and I
was going to make good on that promise. He was alone out