I reached for his arm and slipped it through the crook of my elbow. “Better?”
“Much.”
“Very good. Then let’s go.” We started up toward the hotel where my guards waited. “Tell me, how is it you know so many languages?”
Benoit’s feet faltered slightly and he grabbed my arm a little tighter. “Sorry, still a little unsteady on my feet.”
“No problem,” I said, and stopped, turning to face him. “But you didn’t answer my question.”
Benoit raised a brow, the clueless persona not suiting him one little bit.
“The languages. Where did you learn to speak them? And how many do you actually know? I’ve counted five now.”
Benoit licked his lips, then grinned. “I see you’re keeping a close eye on me.”
And he was still evading my question.
“Of course.” I took his chin in hand. “Why would I look anywhere else if you are in the room?”
“True enough.” Benoit closed the gap and pressed a kiss to my lips, the flirt in him re-emerging. “And to answer your question, I know a little bit ofmanylanguages. Enough to get by, anyway. I started picking them up whenever I went to a new country to dance. It’s much easier to fit in when you can speak a little of the native tongue. Plus, I found I had an aptitude for it.”
The response came easily off his tongue, and it definitely made sense. But as we stood there on the dock staring at one another, it was the first time I felt unease swirl in the pit of my stomach.
Maybe it was the fog. Maybe it was the fact I’d been standing on this fucking dock for about five minutes longer than I wanted to. But something didn’t feel right.
Or maybe someone.
19
BENOIT
THE SATIN SHEETS were cool against my skin as I stretched out on the bed, content as a kitten after Dimitri had used my body for his pleasure for the last hour. It was late, but he didn’t climb in beside me, instead crossing the room to grab his shirt from where I’d thrown it over a lampshade in the midst of…well,mypleasure.
“Just what do you think you’re doing putting clothes on?” I rolled onto my side and ran my hand over the empty spot where he should be.
“I’ve got to work.”
It was a damn shame that he punctuated those words by pulling his briefs up over that gorgeous ass, blocking my view.
“You can’t work in bed?”
Dimitri looked at me over his shoulder, and I stretched again, showing off my long, lean, naked body to its full advantage. His gaze roamed over me, from the tips of my toes all the way up my thighs, over my spent cock.
“I could,” he said carefully. “But I wouldn’t get anything done with you looking like that.”
With a loud sigh, I plumped the pillow beneath my head and got comfortable. “You’re right. I wouldn’t be able to resist distracting you, and then I’d never get any beauty sleep.”
Dimitri smirked.“You’ll get plenty tonight, not that you need it.”
“Why do you say that? Do you not plan on joining me?”
“It might be a while, is all.”
“Is everything okay?”
He pocketed his phone. “Fine. Just a busy time right now. Get some sleep.”
Curiosity at what was happening behind the scenes niggled in the back of my mind, but I nodded and faked a yawn.“Don’t be too long.”
