Chapter 9
Mateu checked his watch, then cursed. The damn beating in his chest had everything to do with his need to be punctual and not anticipation of seeing London.
But that kiss.
He pulled at the collar of his shirt. It shouldn’t have happened, but when she’d whispered “kiss me,” every ounce of self-control and good intentions were replaced with the need to finally taste her.
Only proving his potential for being a complete ass.
He’d already broken a huge rule, and feeling anything for her was a huge mistake.
One of many if he didn’t get his s**t together.
As it was, the push and pull of finding a way to get some much-needed one-on-one time with her inside the hotel was making him lose sleep, but the sight of dark circles under her eyes yesterday had been too much. So he’d bided h
