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Greyson was . . . uncomfortable, to say the least. There were many visions that came to mind as Jenna spooned the sea-salt caramel gelato into her satisfied mouth. It was the last vision, however, of her licking the remnants off the spoon before sitting back with a dreamy look that made him almost lose it. He nearly fled the restaurant.
Greyson motioned for the check and paid without looking at it.
How was he going to sleep in the same room with Jenna and not climb into bed with her?
He was an i***t! A complete i***t to think he was strong enough to stay in the same room and resist her, especially after telling himself that he couldn’t have her. He was leaving, for God’s sake! She wasn’t the type of woman that he could just take to bed and forget.
There was no way he’d forget her,
