Then I closed it.
He watched my mouth doing that, something I hoped he never did again because my nipples liked it way too much.
And then he said, “Good idea.”
Uh-oh.
My mouth again opened immediately to retort.
His gaze came to mine, and I didn’t miss the dare in his eyes.
This is my host. This is my host. This is my host!
I shut my mouth again.
Luckily, he didn’t gloat.
Instead, he indicated the smart unit on his desk and said, “You can intercom me when you’re ready for dinner. I’ll have the agreement ready for your perusal and signature.”
“Perfect.”
“Indeed.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Did you carry me to the couch?”
His head ticked before he replied, “I thought it better than leaving you lying on the floor.”
I was never eating another dessert again.
“Well, thank you for that too,” I said, and I felt badly, because even I could hear it was begrudgingly.
His beautiful mouth moved, and I watched in no small amount of fascination, because his mouth was beautiful, but also because I thought he might smile.
He didn’t.
He prompted, “You were going to rest before dinner?”
“Right,” I muttered.
“Until then, Vivienne.”
My purred name again.
God!
I just waved.
And got the hell out of there.
CHAPTER 4
THE ANIMALS
Whoever modernized the mattresses, and the sheets, had my undying love and admiration.
