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sexual expression.”
    “Really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. He hadn’t expected that.
    “I just think people should be able to express themselves how they like, with whoever they like.”
    “I think I should have come and looked at these naughty paintings with you, it would have been quite an excursion.”
    “I’m interested in 18th century Spanish art and 15th and 16th century Italian work. Most of it is religious, or dark.”
    “The humble bull-minder can’t keep up with that.”
    “Humble isn’t a word I would use.”
    Cayetano couldn’t help it. His lips were stuck in a broad smile. They had been most of the night. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the foreign girl had him in trance and she didn’t seem to realise it. “Maybe I could seduce you into some dessert?” he asked.
    “I think you mean convince.”
    “No, I meant seduce.”
    “I’ve never been seduced.”
    “Never? Do you like to be in charge instead?”
    Luna nodded once and watched the grin on his face. It was fun to play with him. He was charming and flirtatious. What the hell are you doing, Luna? You don’t even know this man. Somehow that didn’t matter, he stirred an emotion in her that had been dormant for years, and she didn’t even feel guilty about that.
    “Perdón,” came the voice of their waiter. Cayetano and Luna sat up straight again, surprised at the intrusion. “¿Necesitas algo?” he asked politely.
    Luna glanced at Cayetano and shook her head. “I don’t need anything. I’m done with dinner.”
    “I know I am,” he replied. “¿Puedo tener la cuenta, por favor?” he said to the young man.
    “No, I will pay,” Luna interrupted. “I’m the guest here.”
    “You will not, a gentleman wouldn’t allow that.”
    “Are you always such a gentleman?”
    “Claro. Of course. Will you allow me to walk you to your door? After all, you have been attacked once today already.”
    The bill settled, Cayetano and Luna walked through the silent lobby and took the short elevator ride to her floor. The ride was made in silence, but Luna was well aware of how close to her he stood. His whole body radiated a masculinity she hadn’t been able to appreciate in a while. It was a raw attraction, something she didn’t realise she was brave enough to indulge in until now.
    “This is my room,” she said and gestured to the door only a few steps from the elevator. He had held the door for her. Nobody did that anymore.
    “I told you that it wasn’t safe for you to walk on your own,” he joked. “Lucky I was here.”
    Luna leaned back on the door of her hotel room and held her breath. Cayetano stood right in front of her, one arm against the door, his elbow just above her shoulder and leaned into her. “You didn’t have to walk me to my door.”
    The most lascivious heart-pounding smile poured over Cayetano’s face. He ran one finger over her bottom lip, and felt the palpable tremble that ran through her. “Is it true, what you said earlier?” he asked quietly. “That you have never been seduced?”
    “It’s true. I don’t get myself into positions where men think they can seduce me.”
    “Have you ever wanted to be seduced?”
    “Many times,” she whispered as Cayetano brought his lips to hers. It was such a soft and gentle kiss, a hesitant moment as their flirtations came together for the first time. He ran an arm around her waist, and she weakened to him, folded into him while he poured his lips over hers. His addictive and captivating taste surged through her as her hands grasped at his shoulders. His tongue parted her lips, and she let herself yield to him. Now was time to think up an excuse to stop being so reckless, but her mind no longer cared. Damn you, cava.
    “This is the time that I politely say goodnight, isn’t it?” he asked, his lips almost touching hers. He didn’t want to move from his spot against her.
    “I suppose it is. Though I was about to I invite you in… to enjoy the