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asked.
    “Boris or Ivor?” Roman asked. “I don’t know what to call them,” he admitted. “I don’t know who they were. I don’t know who I am.”
    Milly sat silent—she simply didn’t know how to respond.
    “Anyway,” Roman said. “That is not what I called you for. I’ve been thinking.”
    “Yes?”
    “About that night.”
    She didn’t need to ask which one.
    “I should have got around to this earlier,” Roman said. “But every time I think about that night, I only get so far and then something happens.” She heard the caress of his voice and very reluctantly Milly smiled as she realised he had moved from bereft to turned on. “Actually, it’s happening now.”
    “Roman.” She wanted to tell him he was crude, disgusting, but she sat naked apart from a towel and she thought of him lying on a bed hard for her and all Milly was was turned on.
    Just what did this man do to her?
    “What are you wearing?” Roman asked and his voice had an edge that she recognized.
    Milly said nothing.
    “Can you lose whatever it is?” Roman asked. “Do you charge by the minute or by the come?”
    Still Milly said nothing and Roman lay there smiling. She was the absolute reverse of Desdemona, for while she pleaded her innocence, Milly would rather have him believe she was a whore.
    “Is this one for free?” Roman asked.
    “Roman, please . . . ” Milly said, because over and over he messed with her head. “I have to go to work.”
    “Fair enough. But before you go, as I said, I’ve been thinking about that night, and . . . ” Roman hesitated. How did he say it while letting her think he didn’t know her truth—that the evidence left on his sheet told him that it had been her first time? “There was a contraceptive malfunction.”
    Milly frowned, she could remember putting the condom on, and really, these past weeks she had been just spinning from all that had happened.
    “It tore,” Roman said. “I remember it rather well.”
    Milly’s heart seemed to plummet, as her mind scrambled to do the math and remember when her last period had been.
    Was it before Roman or after?
    It was nearly three weeks since they had made love Milly realised and she was starting to seriously panic.
    “Now, I just want to check you are okay, I’m not going to come in all heavy.” He hesitated. “Milly, after the disaster of my marriage you don’t have to worry that . . . ”
    “I’ve got it covered,” Milly quickly said.
    “Milly.” Roman was firm. “I just want you to know that if there are any repercussions from that night—”
    “There aren’t.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Very.”
    “Good,” Roman said. “I can relax then.” He was lying on the bed in the most miserable hotel in the world after a draining day, and that he could lie there smiling to her voice was a revelation in itself. “You still haven’t told me what you’re wearing.”
    Milly stared at the wall, her heart racing. “I have to go to work, Roman.”
    “Stay home tonight. Get in to bed and we can talk for hours. Be with me tonight . . . ”
    She could hear the slightly ragged note to his voice.
    Her morals were gone with Roman.
    She wanted to crawl into bed with wine, and be made love to over the phone. She wanted to lie back on the bed and follow every delicious instruction.
    Had he not told her that she might be pregnant, then there was little doubt that she would have given him the contact he craved tonight even if killed her heart.
    “Lose the clothes, baby,” Roman said. “Come to bed.”
    Milly actually understood his need for escape now, because it would be so easy to lose herself now, to just run from her thoughts and hide under the sheets with Roman.
    “What are you wearing?” Roman asked.
    “A towel.”
    “Drop it . . . ”
    It had already fallen open.
    “Lie on the bed.”
    She already was, but only because she had to lie down as her head was reeling.
    “Get on top of me, Milly . . . ”
    She