So I was a tacky one-night substitute, then,’ he prodded.
‘Very tacky.’ Pressing her lips together, she nodded in confirmation, then parted her lips to add bitterly, ‘God save me from the super-rich class. Everything they do is so tacky it constantly makes me want to be sick.’
‘Was that aimed at me, Gianna or Rico?’
‘All three,’ she said, frowning as she sent her eyes hunting the room for her purse. She couldn’t see it anywhere and she couldn’t recall when she had last had it in her hand.
‘Lost something valuable?’ his hatefully smooth voice questioned. ‘Like your virginity, perhaps?’
It was as good as a hard slap in the face. Natasha tugged in a hot breath. ‘I’ve just remembered why I dislike you so much.’
His wide shoulders gave a deeply bronzed shrug against the white wardrobe. He looked like some brooding dark male model posing for on