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

not to think about it. That was five years ago and this was
now. This was one date. One date. I needed to make it clear to
myself that nothing that happened tonight would happen
again. The man was about to become engaged to someone
and I’d never see him again.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“I think so.” I smiled, grabbing my keys and walking out
behind him. I shut my door, locked it, and turned to him.
“I’m surprised you didn’t send someone to pick me up.”
“That wouldn’t be a date.” His gaze slid to mine. “I’m
trying to make a good first impression here.”
“You made a good first impression.” I bit my lip and
looked away.
“Did I?” I could hear the smile in his voice, and even
though I had no intention of confirming it, I really wanted to
know if he remembered our night together or if he was
talking about when I went over there with Etienne. When we
reached his villa, he walked to the back and let me go ahead
of him up the stairs. “Tell me about this scandal you’re
involved in.”
“You looked me up.” My face flamed.
“Of course I did.”
When we reached the top floor balcony, I froze, taking it
all in. There were little lights hanging from the back door to
the columns of the balcony and a table with white linen and
pink roses in the center. There were two place settings in
front of two chairs sitting side by side that faced the ocean.
Nearby, there was an ice bucket with champagne and a butler
wearing white gloves, with a white napkin draped over his
arm.
“Wow,” I said.
“Come on.” He chuckled beside me, grabbing my hand in
his and walking me toward the table. He let go of my hand to