“I know it must be important for you to tempt yourself like this, Ms. Quinn.” He looks around at the bed and the couch. “We only have a few hours left until the wedding, and I know how important it is for you that we wait until after we’re married to have s*x. Walking into this room must be difficult for you.”
“Difficult for me?” I shake my head as I shrug out of my jacket. “No. It isn’t difficult for me. It is a little hot, though. Are you hot?”
Timofey is still smiling, but he’s watching my movements with suspicion now. “No. I’m not hot.”
“Really?” I fan my face and pull at the already low-cut neckline of my shirt. “I’m roasting.”
“Then say what you need to say so we can get out of this room.”
Is that a note of panic in my husband-to-be’s voice? It’s rare to see Timofey on the defen
