Finally, some concern about Margot. It only took him four hours. We’re going to have to work on that.
He starts walking around the desk, eyeing me.
“No. Stay.”
He ignores me.
“Stay.” My voice sharpens.
He doesn’t even blink.
Of course, Margot’s dog is just as disobedient as her.
When he reaches me, he rests his head on my lap.
And then.
Puppy dog eyes.
I stare at him.
“No.”
His eyes widen.
“No.”
His lip quivers.
“Fuck. Fine.” I rub his head.
He sighs. Actually sighs.
“No one hears about this. Got it?”
He leans into my leg.
If only his owner were this easy to please.
After a few minutes, he settles at my feet, sighing like he’s had a long day. As if he’s the one dealing with a fiery woman and a potential war.
I’ll admit, he’s a sweet dog. Useless as a guard dog, but at least he’s big enough to be intimidating.
I glance down, reaching to pet him again, and freeze.
There are wet slobber streaks on my Italian slacks.
I exhale slowly. “Did you seriously just drool on me?”
Benny blinks. Unbothered.
I narrow my eyes. “You little–”
He tilts his head at me, and my annoyance evaporates.
I sigh. “Fine. You’re not an asshole.”
I give him another scratch behind the ears. A silent apology for my completely justified insult.
