Roman nodded, then immediately made a phone call to ask

his men to withdraw.

Only then did I let out a full sigh of relief. I turned, picked up the drugged gla*s of wine, and handed it to Roman.

“Roman, would you like to have a drink with me?”

“Drink with you?”

Roman raised an eyebrow. Now this…this isn’t what he had expected from the little spitfire human.

Perhaps she’d come to her sense after all…

He strode back over to her, leaning down to scent her hair above her ear. “Have you changed your mind? Are you willing to let me touch you?”

She bristled, and her body stiffened....