I nodded as we began the bumpy descent to the landing pad. “Yes. It’s mine.”
Benoit’s hum buzzed in my ear before he said, “Well, we won’t have to wear nearly as many layers here. Things are looking up.”
I didn’t bother responding to that as the helicopter’s skids finally touched down and the engine was cut. I unbuckled and wrapped my scarf around my face, then turned to Benoit.
“You might want to cover that mouth of yours—if the wind picks up, you’ll get a mouthful.”
He smiled, and I shook my head.
“Don’t even.”
“What? I didn’t say anything.”
He didn’t have to. The filthy comment was written all over his handsome face.
Damn him.
I shoved open the door and climbed out, and once we were both free of the bird I saw one of my men exiting the main compound and heading our way.
“So what exactly are we doing here?” Benoit asked as we walked over the barren sands.
“You’re doing exactly what I tell you.”
“Ugh, why couldn’t you have played this controlling rolethishard when I would’ve enjoyed it?”
I thought I had, but apparently I’d been nothing but a big fucking pussycat to Benoit. One he just had to stroke the right way to get him to purr, and didn’t that chafe?
“Here.” I handed him a pair of glasses and earplugs, though it would serve him right if I left him to fend for himself. “You’re going to want those where we’re going.”
“And that would be…?”
“Boss,” my man greeted me, coming to a stop in front of us. “I trust you had a smooth trip in.”
“We did. But it looks like the makings of a sandstorm soon, so let’s make this quick, yes?”
“Of course.” He turned and led us toward our main headquarters, then around to the testing field. “The shipment arrived last night. They’re set up and waiting for you.”
“Very good. I’ll be there in just a minute,” I said, and as he disappeared behind the wire fence, I turned to Benoit. “Have you ever been to a firing range?”
“You met my boss. What doyouthink?”
“I think you looked like holding a gun made you want to vomit. So, I’ll ask you again, have you ever been to a firing range?”
“Oui.All of us know how to shoot.”
“But you don’t like to.”
“Of course not. Why? Do you?”
“Yes.”
Benoit let out a sigh. “Of course you do. So is that why we’re here? For you to practice? Am I going to be your target?”
My lip curled. “Don’t tempt me.”
“If only I could. But alas, I think you’re now immune to my charm. And personally, if you plan to tie me up to some kind of post, I’d rather it be for a flogging.”
My cock jerked despite myself.Fucking traitorous appendage.
