Their eyes locked. Roman immediately started walking toward her, meeting her just as she stepped onto the top stair. His dark eyes roamed over every inch of her exposed skin and shimmering gown.
"You look f*****g divine, Syrene," he rasped in a low, husky voice. "That dress hugs you perfectly... I want to take you right here."
A spark of playful defiance flashed in her eyes. "What's stopping you?" she challenged softly.
Roman's jaw twitched, a slow, dangerous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You're already being a brat tonight, I see."
"It's just the company I keep," she shot back with a gleam in her eye.
Roman placed his large, warm hand flat against the bare skin at the small of her back, guiding her through the grand ballroom to their central table. He pulled out her chair
