Chapter 40

I told myself it was foolish of me to be resentful that Vincent had barely waited for his cock to dry from my mouth before he had gone to bed with someone else. After all, we were both consenting adults. We weren’t lovers. We weren’t even fuck buddies.

“Very well.” I thought it best to change the subject, and pushed back my seat, about to rise. “If you’ll—”

However, de Becque had no intention of allowing me to do so. “I think, M’sieur Mann, that were I you, I would take this man to my bed and try to get him out of my system.”

“I beg your pardon?” I sank back down, stunned.

“I do not think you will succeed, but, qui sait?” He shrugged once more. “Who knows?”

“I am quite aware of what qui sait means, de Becque,” I snapped.

“Pardonnez-moi.” But there was a spark of deviltry in his eyes. “Mark Vincent is not the only one with an obsession, I think.”

“Why would you say that?”