This is suit porn at its best.
I’m willing to bet Phoenix König is something else in bed.
No wonder that blonde wants to pierce my heart with a poisoned dagger.
“You’re done checking me out?”
I suck my bottom lip under my teeth to curtail a smile, dropping my gaze to my flute for a beat before glancing up at him.
“You’re hard to miss.” That comes out a little flirtier than I intended.
A smile tickles the side of his mouth. “Is that a compliment, Michaela?”
We run hot and cold, but right now, we’re running scorching hot.
“Maybe.” One word. More than that and I’ll compromise myself.
He considers me for a beat. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
“Our little secret?” I play along.
“Exactly.”
I laugh.
“You’re warming up to me, kitty cat?”
“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, König.”
The air between us is crackling. It’s quite the departure from the cold front that’s been blowing between us.
A waiter approaching, carrying a massive tray, interrupts our banter. After placing a mouthwatering display of food on the table, he places his hands behind his back and bows.
We thank him, and he disappears.
The efficiency here is commendable.
“Buon appetito!”Phoenix says. “Dig in.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
“You’re not going to argue with me?”
Before I can answer, a man dressed head-to-toe in white with spiky blue hair approaches our table.
“Fuck,” Phoenix says.
I frown my confusion.
I lean into the table. “Who is he?”
The man speaks before Phoenix is able to respond. “Looks likePhoenix’s Prodigious Phallusis spoken for.”
My jaw drops.
Phoenix’s eyes burn with fury as he moves his gaze away from mine. “What kind of stupid nickname is that?”
“According to mymanysources, it fits,” the man says.
