“That didn’t take you long. Is there some deeper meaning behind it?”
I kept my eyes on my plate as I scooped up another bite. “Just a reminder of home.”
“And home is in Greece, I take it. Athens?”
“Santorini.”
“Even better,” he said. “Though horribly overrun with tourists lately.”
I arched a brow. “You’ve been?”
“I might’ve performed there once or twice. Years ago.” He ran the lip of his wine glass along his mouth as he tilted his head atme. “My very own gorgeous Greek god. Whatever will I get to do with you?”
That suggestive comment was accompanied by his foot sliding up the inside of my leg.
“I’m sure you’ll come up with something. You don’t seem lacking in ideas when it comes to the…physical side of your nature.”
Benoit’s foot stopped. “I believe I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“That’s how it was intended. Although I have to admit, your confidence in that department makes me?—”
“Horny?” My lips curled around my fork, and Benoit chuckled. “There, I did it—you definitely smiled that time.”
I didn’t even bother refuting his claim, because he was right. “I was going to say?—”
“Jealous?” I lowered my fork to the plate, and Benoit held up his hand. “Okay, okay, I was just playing. But it would be hot if youwerejealous.”
Then I must’ve been on fire, because the more I sat there thinking about him acting this way with anyone other than me, that green monster was starting to lurk.
“Go ahead.” Benoit relaxed back in his seat with his glass. “You were saying my confidence in that department makes you…”
“Curious,” I finally said. “About your past and any significant others you might’ve had.”
Benoit took a sip of wine then aimed a sultry look my way. “Who says I don’t still have one?”
That was the last thing I’d expected to hear, and it was obvious by his sly grin that my expression gave that away.
“Again, just playing with you. I’m free as a bird—or snow bunny. I don’t do relationships.”
Interesting…
“Really?”
“I know it’s hard to believe. And trust me, many a man has tried to tie me down. But once the fun and orgasms were over, well, I disappeared into the night.”
I considered his response carefully—the flirty smile, the sexual overtones, and the flippant nonchalance—and while it was all very convincing, this was the first time I’d noticed a slight tension in his posture.
I’d hit a nerve, and I wanted to know what.
“Why do you disappear?”
“Hmm?”
“You said you disappeared into the night. Why?”
Benoit shrugged. “No one gave me a good reason to stay.”
“No one since…”
