~Anne's POV~
"Perhaps I went a little too far…"
I muttered to myself as I battled the guilt that was threatening to eat me alive. Riccardo had done nothing but be good to me, and even though I didn't trust his intentions completely, concluding that he was only here for the sex felt a little bit demeaning. He was Riccardo Antonelli after all, he could probably sleep with any woman he wanted to if he so desired it.
He very clearly cared for me. If he didn't, he wouldn't go so far for me. He chose my safety and reputation over his company, and in the same day I had reduced all his efforts to something shallow and selfish. The thought of it was eating me up even if I didn't want to admit it,
Why was I like this?
