“What happened…was a mistake. As I said, I never do that kind of thing.” Now I wondered how often Langston nabbed some anonymous woman and gave her multiple orgasms. The warmth in my belly cooled to ice. “I take full responsibility, and I assure you, it will never happen again.” Because I might just swear off men and become a nun. I lifted my chin and made myself meet his gaze. “Can we please forget it ever happened?”

He was quiet for a long beat. “Can you forget that easily?”

Those words shivered through me and I swallowed. “Yes.”

No, my inner hussy yelled. I don’t want to forget. I want him to touch me again.

He gave one brisk nod. “Very well. I’m here to work, and soon, I’ll leave to head to our next acquisition.” He paused. “The other night wasn’t usual for me, either.”

Great, time to charge forward like it had never happened. “Well then, Mr. Langston⁠—”

He held up a hand. “I think, under the circumstances, we should drop the formalities. Can I call you Tessa? After all, we have…”

He drifted off.

Um, yeah, no polite way to end that sentence. “Tessa’s fine. I’m usually on a first-name basis with people—” I cut myself off. Oh, jeez. People who’ve been inside me? People who’ve made me come so hard I couldn’t remember my own name? My left eye twitched. “Can I call you Ambrose?”

“Hell, no.”

I jolted. “Sorry.”

“No, I mean, only my father calls me Ambrose, usually with a heavy dose of anger or disappointment. It’s Ro. My friends call me Ro.”

“Ro.” Wow, I was on a first-name basis with a billionaire. One who’d given me multiple orgasms. I really needed to get out of there and take a moment to regroup. I sighed. “I know this is awkward⁠—”

He grabbed my hand and we both froze. His thumb stroked over my wrist, and I felt that small touch everywhere.

Something flared in his eyes. “Tessa⁠—”

There was a knock at the door. Ro dropped my hand, and I snatched it back. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Piper Ellis and Caden Castro in the doorway.

Ellis was tall and statuesque, her blonde hair—a pale shade I envied—was up in an impeccable twist. I bet not a single strand would dare to come loose. She wore a plum-colored skirt and black shirt with pinstripes. I coveted both of them.

Castro was probably an inch shorter than Langston and his suit didn’t hide his strength. He had some Latino heritage, and I got the impression of power and competence. His face was expressionless, his gaze assessing. Not someone you wanted to get off on the wrong foot with.

Piper frowned, looking between the two of us. “Is everything okay?”

“Fine,” I said brightly. “Everything is fine.”