Cleo’s comment made me realise I wasn’t imagining it. Reynard was eye-fucking Theadora.
“So when are we going to, you know?” Cleo smiled flirtatiously.
“Cleo…” I was about to speak when Theadora entered the room again.
“That maid’s got you all hot and bothered too, I see.” Cleo’s eyes narrowed like she’d seen through me.
Was I being that transparent?
I turned to face her. “What were you saying?”
She ran her finger up my arm. “Would you like to catch up later?”
“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I was drunk and back from tour…”
“You seemed hot for it.” She ran her tongue over her mouth.
Yes, she gave good head, all right. But my mind was filled with that dark-haired voluptuous beauty that was bending over at the cabinet and had Reynard looking like he was about to pounce.
“I’m not going there, Cleo. Why not Sebastian? He keeps checking you out.”
“Mm…” She drained her wine and clicked her fingers at Theadora, which annoyed me.
Theadora came over and stood between me and Cleo.
“Can you top me up?” Cleo asked.
“Of course, one moment.”
When the dinner was over, I got up and, needing some space, stepped out. As I walked down the hallway, I saw that Reynard had cornered Theadora.
Stepping between them, I faced Reynard. “I need to speak to Theadora.”
“You’re on a first-name basis with your staff?” His eyes shone with so much innuendo, it was as though he’d asked if I’d already fucked her.
I wish.
I turned to Theadora. “Can I have a word?”
She nodded and followed me outside. My passing glance at Reynard had “lay off” written all over it.
His mouth lifted at one end before stalking off.
We stepped outside. The fresh air a welcome after the steamy tension gripping me.
“Thanks. You kinda saved me,” she said.
“Was he hitting on you?” I studied her wide brown eyes which seemed frightened to me.
“He just wanted to know all about me. Asking lots of questions. He kind of creeped me out, to be honest.”
“He’s got that way about him.” I stretched out my arm. “Come on. Let’s walk.
“I’m still meant to be working.” Her eyebrows gathered. She looked anxious.
“I’m sure they won’t miss you. The dinner’s over. And if my mother makes a fuss, I’ll tell her that I needed you to do something for me. Yes?”
She nodded slowly. As she peered up at me, a depraved question invaded my thoughts: How would those virgin lips wrapped around my cock feel?
Stop it.
She’s not like that.
She’s never even touched a dick, let alone sucked one, you horny fool.