Born to be Bad (International Bad Boys Book 3) by Carol Marinelli Read Free Book Online Page A

she’ll get over it.”
    Roman couldn’t leave it though.
    He never said sorry to anyone, but the more he thought about last night, the more he knew he needed to apologise.
    She was incredibly sweet, and really, Milly had always been so nice too him and he wanted to speak with her and to check that she was okay. Yes, he could wait and perhaps speak to her next time she worked, but that would make things impossible with prying eyes and there was also a need to make this right as quickly as he could.
    If it was doable.
    Roman quickly showered and dressed in black jeans and a gunmetal grey top.
    He drank coffee as he did a quick check on the computer and found out where auditions were being held for the role of Desdemona.
    It was a ten-minute walk from the hotel and they started in a couple of hours. Determined not to miss her, not sure when she’d arrive, Roman headed there and waited.
    He actually didn’t recognise Milly as she walked towards him. She was dressed in footless black tights and instead of heels she wore black ballet pumps. She wore a long floaty top in willow green and her gorgeous hair was today worn down.
    “Milly!”
    He saw her startle as he called her name.
    “Oh.” She went to brush past. “Hi, Roman.”
    “I wanted to speak about last night.”
    Milly knew then that this wasn’t some chance encounter near the hotel. She could not be more grateful to Simon for his long talk with her this morning where he had told her exactly how to handle this, to act tough and so she turned and faced him and met him with a slightly scornful gaze.
    “I don’t often get requests for follow up conversations . . . ”
    “Come on, Milly, you know we need to talk. We can do it tonight when you’re working, or I can take you for a drink now.”
    “I’ve got an audition to get to.”
    “Not ‘til two,” Roman said. “Do you really want to sit with the competition before a cattle call?”
    He made a very good point. It had been a long time since Milly had been at an audition and in that time she had somewhat forgotten just how bitchy these things were. If she went in now the mind games would start—and she’d overhear how one had been told the audition was a mere formality because the part was already hers. Another might hint that she’d slept with the director and then she’d be told that they were looking for thin, for blonde, for someone who could stand on their head with an orange in their mouth and play the triangle with their knees.
    Milly looked to Roman who for once looked just a touch awkward.
    “One drink,” Milly said, just to show him he meant little.
    Roman was surprised how readily she said yes. He had expected her to be blushing or angry, instead she walked alongside him with ease and when he held the door open to a very exclusive bar she stepped in with confidence.
    “We’ll have a quiet table,” Roman delivered his instructions to the greeter and they were led to a booth near the back. Milly took her seat and Roman sat opposite and gave her a small smile.
    “I’m not used to talking to you when you’re sitting.”
    Milly didn’t return his smile, she was doing her best to get into her chosen role. “Do you prefer me standing, Roman. Do you want me to ask if they’ll give me a loan of one of their barmaid outfits . . . ”
    “Milly,” Roman cleared his throat, this wasn’t going the way he had expected it to in the least. “I have been thinking about last night. I had an awful lot to drink yesterday, even by my standards, but it’s become clear to me that there was a miscommunication last night . . . ”
    Milly blinked. She actually admired him for having the nerve to come and speak with her. Truth be known, she had left his suite assuming he would not give their tryst further thought.
    Clearly, he had.
    And, Milly knew, if she admitted to him he was right, that she had gone to his room, thinking of them as a couple, then he would know that he had broken her