Arsène Devereaux
“This was amazing, even though you ordered escargot to gross me out,” Felix said with a knowing grin. “The joke’s on you because I loved it.”
“I was merely attempting to expand your culinary horizons.”
“Uh-huh, sure. You totally didn’t order it because you wanted to feel superior to me being too American to eat snails.” He snorted in amusement.
“Perhaps it was a test to determine how adventurous you are.”
He rested his chin on his hand while giving me a flirtatious look. It did nothing to abate my desire to add my bedroom as a stop on our Paris tour. “That seems like a strange method to judge how adventurous I am in bed. Is there some French expression about eating snails meaning you’re into kinky stuff that I’m unaware of?”
Rather than answer, I drank my wine. “You are quite the tease, Monsieur Felix.”
“Oh, and you’re not?” He scoffed. “Please, you’re a bigger flirt than my roommate, North.”
“What can I say? I enjoy living life to the fullest.”
“And I love getting into trouble, so it sounds like we might have some real fun together.” He raised his wineglass in a toast to me.
“I will do whatever I can to ensure your stay here is enjoyable.” I clinked my glass against his, and we both took a sip in celebration.
His cheeky grin once again made me regret not bringing my camera. “Including giving me a personal guided tour of your bedroom? I’m pretty sure that’s going above and beyond what’s necessary.”
“Perhaps it is unnecessary, but it would be pleasurable.” It became more and more tempting the longer I spent with him. His playfulness brought out that side of me which had gone into hiding because of how hard I worked without a break. I used to relax by indulging in beautiful men, but even that had lost its charm at some point. Felix was something entirely new and different.
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned with a laugh. “You’re way too hot for me to put up anything but the barest resistance before I give in to you.”
“Then I guess it is a good thing that the idea of you giving yourself to me brings me great pleasure. I would take excellent care of you.”
There was a slight flush in his cheeks that had nothing to do with the wine he was drinking. “Oh, I’m sure of it.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I did not expect him to crack up at that. “Don’t say that. It makes you sound like a sex genie who will grant my wildest wishes in bed if I rub you the right way—and I’m not talking about your lamp.”
It was impossible to restrain myself from chuckling along with him. “Then that is good, since it is not my lamp I would wish you to rub.”
He took a huge gulp of wine. “I’m warning you: if you keep teasing me, I’m going to get the wrong impression.”
“I disagree. It sounds like you are getting the right idea.”
“You’re not interested in me, though.”
I gave him a sensual look that made him flush to the tips of his ears. “Do not be so certain of that.”
“Oh, lord.” He finished his drink in a long swig. “I’m not sure if I’m going to survive five days of your teasing.”
“Be brave, mon ami. The fun is only getting started.” And I had every intention of having the best time possible.
