CHAPTER Forty tacenda (n.) things better left unsaid Wila My sreatu was sTILL RAGGED, Ronan having just rolled off me. The simple action left me cold inside, and to distract myself from the heavy feeling, I needed to either leave or strike up conversation. I chose the latter. “What did you tell me you did for work that night when I asked?” “I went into detail about my chimney sweep business,” he answered lazily. I blinked. “You’re kidding, right?” “Nyet.” He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Never thought a woman would throw herself at me after I told her I made minimum wage.” A blush rose to my already flushed cheeks—even now, while lying naked beside D’yavol. “I didn’t hear you.” “I know that now. You were too busy working up the courage to maul me.” “I did not maul you.” I frowned. “That’s such an aggressive word.” He laughed. “You were beyond sweet all night. I didn’t expect at the end of it you’d practically beg me to fuck you in a public hallway.” Then he added thoughtfully, “I almost did.” That was why he pushed me away so suddenly. I loved knowing I had such an effect on him even though he was supposed to despise me because of who my papa was. I rolled to face him and braced myself on my elbow. “Did you really think I would have believed you were a chimney sweep?”