Rome steadied his gaze on the papers in front of him. Balancing accounts was the least of his duties he enjoyed, he wished he could go hunting instead. Or read a fucking book.

However, no matter how much he hated accounting, it was better than sinking himself in thoughts of Elora, and all that had happened between them the previous night.

Rome could smell her scent on his skin. As though making love to her had engraved her scent into his skin, his nostrils, every fucking where!

Shit. Rome cursed once he caught himself.

He was doing it again.

His head jerked up once he heard the knock on the...