Roman POV ...
Of course, Hannah would remember me with Jessica Sullivan. When Jessica was around, I was like a magnet to her. She was certainly hot, but definitely not long-term relationship material. We flirted, and I knew that was leading her on, but I was never looking for a committed relationship with Jessica.
"The blond that followed me around like a lost puppy is Jessica Sullivan, the sister of the guy that invited me to The Auction House," I said to Hannah. "Bernard Sullivan."
Saying his name brought on a sense of contempt that I didn't want to deal with right now.
Hannah was in the process of removing her robe when I glanced up at her. Even fully covered in silk pajamas, her body was incredible. Hannah pulled her knees into her chest, and I could see the curve of her thigh that led up to her hip. I pulled my gaze away from her hip and up to her chest. She was clearly not wearing a bra, and a deep need rose within me as I met her green gaze.
