“Okay, so no.” I scratched the name off the list and moved on to the next. “Thomas Hendrix?”
“Non.”Theo shook his head. “That was just a misunderstanding. We arranged for a little foreign rendezvous on his upcoming movie shoot abroad, but he thought I said I’d be in Australia when I, in fact, saidAustria. We ended up on opposite ends of the earth, and he was slightly put out. But a quick visit from me on set and a verypersonalapology and?—”
“Okay, I get it,” I bit out, staring down at Theo’s twinkling eyes. “So not him.”
He grinned. “Not him.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I said, scratching the actor’s name off the list with a little more force than necessary.
“You jealous?” He leaned back on the bed and waggled his brows. “I’m definitely notnotenjoying it. But if it’s bothering you, I can think of other things we could do to pass the time.”
I glared at him from where I stood at the foot of my—nowour—bed. “That’s not going to work.”
“What’s not?”
“Your body. It’s not going to distract me this time.”
“Non?”Theo ran a hand down his body to cup himself through his shorts, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to toss the pad of paper aside and make him forget he’d ever visited Australia.
“No. We’re going to go through all the people you have pissed off at Libertine to see if any of them seem like a credible threat.”
“Aren’t you the one who pointed out to me how long that would take?”
“Don’t use my words against me.”
“I mean, if you want to know about my exes, Shep, you could just ask.” He gave a smirk I wanted to kiss right off his face. “There’s no need for all this pretense.”
“Be serious.”
“I am. Most of the people who are holding a grudge, I either hooked up with them and leftorsaid no to a hookup. Hence their bitterness.”
“And just how many of our members have you slept with?”
Theo shot to his feet and snatched the pad and pen out of my hands before moving back to the bed. As he started to scribble down something—I was assuming names—I started to pace again.
“Can you think of anyone who might have a background in explosives?” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and squeezed the back of my neck. “Maybe even computers? Tech of some sort? Programming? Someone that would be able to bypass Alessio and get to all of?—”
“Here.”
I stopped and turned to see Theo holding the pad out to me. When I took it from him and looked down at what he’d been writing, I shook my head. There, on a brand-new page, in beautiful cursive writing was:
Under oath, I hereby swear that I cannot remember anyone else that I’ve had sexual relations with after experiencing Shepard Winchester the third’s big cock, which, by the way, is much bigger than a Vienna sausage.
Then the smartass had signed it,Your Serene Highness, Prince Theodore Rinaldi.
“Can’t remember them, huh?”
“What can I say?” He grinned and slipped his hand down his shorts. “You fucked them clear out of my head.”
I knew we should keep going, keep brainstorming to see what we could come up with, but there was only so much self-restraint I possessed, and watching Theo stroke himself to full mast had my own cock begging for release.
Mind made up, I tossed the pad to the floor and moved over to the bed. As I whipped my shirt over my head, Theo quickly followed. His grin was victorious as I moved up over him, but when he went to reach for me, I pinned his hands by his head.
“You ever mention Vienna sausages to me again, I just might kill you in your sleep.”
Theo craned up and nipped at my lower lip, dragging it nice and slow through his teeth. “Then I think you should make me forget about those teeny-tiny things”—he lowered his eyes down my body—“by showing me whatyou’repacking.”
I was about to tell him he’d forget when I used it on him. But before I could get a word out, Theo shoved up off the bed, rolling me until I was on my back and he was on top.
