Chapter 32

• Roan glared at the files he had been trying so hard to work on since he returned from Paris. He'd tried to get himself all the distractions he could, just to get Natalie off his mind, but it wasn't working.
• He slammed the files shut as frustration coiled in his gut.
• No matter how hard he tried to focus on work, to lose himself in the minutiae of business, Natalie's image haunted him. Her scent, her touch, her voice - fuck.