Noah was drunk, but he wasn’t wasted.

Lowering his head, he looked at Gianna, who was in his arms.

It was the middle of the night and she was dressed in a provocative silk sleeping gown. It reached her ankles, covering her lack of a foot entirely. The fact was, she looked as alluring as before, but he was no longer turned on by her.

Prying off her arms, he said, “I promised Gwynn that I’d never sleep with anyone else.”

His words hurt her. “You used to say that you want to make it up to me.”

He merely stared at her in response.

After a brief moment, he brushed past her and went into the presidential suite. Rubbing his forehead, he said, “We need to talk about this, Gianna.”

They used to be lovers. He owed her an honest explanation.

She followed him inside and closed the door.

Silence hung over the suite.

They parted on nasty terms back in Birkenfeld. So, she was particularly understanding this time. He had just sat down on the couch when she took over a pair of slippers,