Chapter 7
Caitlyn let out a long sigh of relief the moment they entered the condo and she slipped her high heels off. Her feet were sore from the four inch Pradas that she was no longer used to wearing.
Roy closed the door and checked the lock. She stretched out her arms and said, “Tomorrow’s the wedding. I’m already exhausted.”
“You are?” He took off his loafers. “I was hoping we could stay up and talk a little.”
The way his brown eyes gazed at her gave her tingles. She played with her diamond pendant. “Talk?”
He came closer and she smelled his cologne that made her senses melt into butter. “Yes. We’re finally alone.”
First, she had to clear her mind because this closeness made her forget the world. However the thought that she had betrayed him buzzed in her mind like an annoying fl
