I sat at my desk for the next hour, staring at my computer screen without actually seeing anything on it.
My mind kept replaying that kiss. The way Rafael had pulled me onto his lap. The firm pressure of his lips against mine. The heat of his hand on my waist.
Stop it, I told myself. It didn't mean anything.
We'd kissed before, at our wedding. That had been for show too, part of the ceremony. I'd even bitten his lip to show my defiance.
So why was this kiss bothering me so much more?
Maybe because at the wedding, I'd been prepared. I'd known it was coming. But today, in his office, it had caught me completely off guard.
Or maybe because this time, for just a moment, I'd forgotten to hate him.
I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts away. I needed to focus on work. On Papa's bu
