Prince's Virgin in Venice_Mills & Boon Modern by Trish Morey

Author:Trish Morey [Morey, Trish]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, contemporary, Billionaires
ISBN: 9781474088084
Google: uL9_DwAAQBAJ
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2019-07-11T01:58:16+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

‘ROSA!’ CHIARA YELLED, thumping her roommate on the chest with a pillow. ‘Get out of bed. You’ll be late.’

‘Ow, that stung,’ Rosa said, rubbing her sore chest as she struggled to come to. Her head felt full, as if it had somehow absorbed her pillow in the night. But Chiara was right—she needed to get up. Rosa was usually the first of the two to get ready, but lately that was changing, and Chiara was already dressed in her uniform and tying her hair back.

Rosa swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself upright—and immediately wished she hadn’t. She put her hand to her mouth. Whatever had been on that pizza last night must have disagreed with her.

‘God, you look awful,’ Chiara said, watching her. ‘What’s wrong with you?’

‘I don’t feel—’

She didn’t get any further. A wave of heat welled up inside her and Rosa bolted for their tiny bathroom, where she collapsed boneless while her stomach rebelled against the world.

‘You really are sick,’ said Chiara, handing her a wet hand towel once the heaving spasms had passed, leaving Rosa breathless and almost too weak to wipe her heated face.

‘Must have been the pizza,’ Rosa said, gasping, pressing her face into the towel.

‘We shared the pizza. It can’t be that.’

‘You feel okay?’

‘I’m fine. And I had all the wine, because you said you didn’t like how it smelt, so if anyone should feel sick it’s me.’

‘So if it wasn’t that pizza, and it couldn’t have been the wine, what else can it be?’ Rosa struggled to her feet and splashed more cold water on the towel, wiped her neck and throat. ‘Please let it not be the flu. I can’t afford to take time off.’

She put her hands on the sink and leaned against them, waiting for her body to calm. She took a breath and looked up, and caught sight of her roommate’s scowling expression in the mirror over the sink.

‘What?’

‘You felt queasy yesterday at breakfast too.’

She shook her head, pushing herself away from the sink. She really needed to get moving. ‘The coffee was too strong. I felt fine all day after that.’

‘You love your coffee.’

Not yesterday, Rosa hadn’t. One whiff and she’d turned her head away.

She threw off her nightgown and pulled her uniform from the hanger on the single clothes rail the girls shared. ‘An aberration,’ she said.

Chiara watched her clamber into the button-up dress. ‘Only...if you think about it...it’s about six weeks since Carnevale.’

‘So?’ Rosa looked around. ‘Where are my shoes? Have you seen my shoes?’ she asked, only to see the heels poking out from under her bed, where she always left them.

‘Six weeks since you got lost and said you met someone. A man...’ She let that sink in before she asked, ‘When was your last period, Rosa?’

Rosa lifted her head, her expression deadpan as she thought back, counting the weeks, finding they didn’t add up. ‘Come on, Chiara. Now you’re frightening me.’

‘Aha!’ Chiara said. ‘And why would you be frightened? Unless there’s something you’re not telling me.

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