“Only talk?” He leaned toward me, resting an elbow on the arm of the chair and batting his lashes. “Nowthat’sdisappointing.”
There weren’t many people in the world who would dare talk to me the way this man was, but as he stroked the stubblecovering his jaw, my dick reminded me of the reason I’d summoned him here in the first place.
I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket and fingered the gem-covered material that had been burning a hole there all night. That seemed to have seared a hole in my brain sometime last week.
“You’re very confident for a man who’s just been summoned to his boss’s private cabana. What makes you think you’re not here to be fired?”
Benoit slid his tongue over his glossy lips. “If I had to guess, the hard-on in your pants for one”—his eyes shifted to my hidden hand—“and my G-string’s being in your pocket for two. I think it’s sweet. Do you want me to sign it for you?”
His boldness had me dropping my hand.“I’m not keen on anyone touching what’s mine.”
“Even if it was mine first?” The teasing glint in his eyes had me imagining the way he’d look on his knees. Benoit inclined his head toward the whiskey. “Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?”
“No. You have another performance.”
“Maybe it’ll only encourage me to takeallmy clothes off this time.”
Thatwastempting, but I could just as easily have him naked right then if I wanted to. I didn’t need to share his incredible body with others.
His leg shifted, drawing the robe even higher up his muscled thigh.
Plan change.
“You like to play with fire,” I said, and took a sip of my drink, letting the whiskey burn its way down my throat.
“I wouldn’t do that with someone like you,mon monstre. Not when I’d rather play withyouinstead.”
I’d been called many things in my life, monster being one of them, but it’d never sounded as sexy as “my monster” did coming off Benoit’s tongue. And for that, I’d let it slide.
He leaned over the small table between us, and this close I could make out the green that flecked his brown eyes. They sparkled with mischief and more sex appeal than could be contained in this cabana.
I lifted my glass to his lips, but before I could tip it forward, Benoit’s hand covered mine, scorching my skin as he swallowed down the alcohol.
My cock jerked as I watched his throat work, then I set the empty glass aside and leaned back into the couch, crossing my ankle over my knee.
“I’ve got business over the next month. You’ll join me.”
Benoit didn’t blink. “I can join you tonight,but I can’t neglect my job. I’m sure you understand.”
“A job I pay for.”
He parted his lips like he wanted to refute that, but then closed his mouth.
“Exactly,” I said. “You’ll spend the month with me.”
“That’s a very kind offer, but?—”
“A million dollars.”
Benoit’s eyes flared. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’ll give you a million dollars at the end of the month.”
“For little ole me?” he said, batting his lashes as a smile curled his lips.
He knew as well as I did he was worth it and more, and I waited for his counteroffer. I’d give him a hell of a lot more than that if he asked for it.
Benoit tapped his chin with his gold-tipped nail, his head tilted as he looked at me, pondering my proposal.
