Chapter 26

Pete arched his eyebrow when I murmured my suggestion to him, although his mouth curved in a sensuous grin, and my cock twitched with interest. I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t fixated on that hazel-eyed spook. I’d known all along I wasn’t. I grinned back at my friend and licked my lips. Pete’s gray-green eyes grew sultry.

“We will just have the soup for now,” he told the waiter.

“Bon.” The waiter left to put in our order.

“What did you have in mind, cher m’sieur?” Pete asked in all innocence. He knew damned well what I had in mind. After we were done with that soup, we were going to find a hotel, and he was going to be the main course.

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