Mischievous dark blue eyes met mine as my shirt fluttered to the ground. “I am the waiter tonight, am I not?”
It took me a second, but I got it. “And that was the menu?”
“For the first course. Unless mademoiselle has another preference…”
“No, I think…I think that will do fine,” I said, my voice a little high. Maybe because my bra had just been unhooked and warm lips had begun licking a trail down to my breast. Where a wicked tongue circled a taut nipple with agonizing slowness. I started to ask if this was the appetizer, but it was lost in the groan when he finally took the aching nub into his mouth. And then flicked his tongue back and forth until I was panting in approval.
I am…definitely going to have to compliment the chef, I thought wildly, and pushed into the sensation.
He laughed. “And to think I almost did not come back.”
“Come back?” I repeated blankly, before I remembered. I’d been on the phone with him when Scarface showed up. He’d been at the house.
“I thought you would be asleep,” he murmured, scraping the barest edge of fangs along delicate skin.
“W-where did you go?”
“I am currently able to tell you everywhere to purchase condoms within a five-mile radius,” he said wryly.
“You went looking for me?”
“After our conversation terminated so abruptly? Of course.” He slid across to the nub’s neglected twin. “But unlike you seem to believe, I cannot read your mind at will, particularly at a distance. And Claire had no idea where you had gone.”
“We always go to Singh’s.”
“Yes. But it is linked to this house by a portal and you had taken your car. I therefore assumed—”
“I don’t like
portals.”
“As I discovered…eventually. I called Claire when I could not locate you, and was informed that you had just arrived back here. She also told me something of what had happened, but she did not know details.”
“But…that must be two hours ago. Where did you go in the meantime?”
“To obtain the details,” he said, coming up for a kiss.
I splayed a hand on his chest. “What?”
“I merely went to his house—”
I blinked. “Whose house?”
“Zheng-zi’s.”
“You went to Scarface’s house?”
“Scarface,” he mused. “It is a good name for him. At least, for now.”
“What did you do?” I asked—fearfully—because the last thing Louis-Cesare needed was to get into another unauthorized fight. Especially with someone heavily favored to become a senator. Who would then be in a position to cause him a world of hurt.
“Tell me you didn’t attack him.”
He smiled grimly. “The temptation was…severe. But judging by appearances, you had already taken care of that.”
“So what? You just went by to say hello?”
“I went to inform him that the next time he duels you, I shall stand as second.”