He tipped his head, looking for a moment like the perfect gentleman. Even so, his eyes gleamed with mischief. “How do they say it in those posh shows you like? ‘It would be my pleasure’?”
I flushed brightly but nodded anyway. He was making fun, and so couldn’t possibly know how much hearing exactly that phrase turned me on. My ovaries had had enough torture tonight. I didn’t need to hear Xavier acting like a gentleman of all things to top it off.
Xavier gave a curt nod, then turned just as he was about to open the door. “And Ces?”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me again when I’m being an ass with her. Anything else, I want to know.”
Again, I nodded. “Sure. Yeah.”
He nodded. “I’ll learn. I promise.”