Chapter 342

Chloe didn’t prepare for bed once she got back to the suite. Instead she changed into the denims she had worn to travel over in earlier today and a fitted black T-shirt before moving to sit curled up in the window seat in the sitting room, wrapping her arms around her bent knees as she stared sightlessly out of the window and prepared to sit and wait for Gregorio to return from the party.

She had realized Gregorio was right as she’d flung the seductive black dress back into her suitcase—with an inward vow never to wear it again!—and they did need to talk. And the sooner Gregorio accepted that she wouldn’t enter into an affair with him, the better it would be for both of them.

Although, again, she knew Gregorio was going to be very hard to resist if he should attempt to seduce her into capitulating.

Chloe had never imagined, never imagined that loving someone, especially Gregorio, could be so completely, so emotionally consuming that she couldn't seem to think of anything else but him.