‘What are you doing here?’ she gasps.
I grin. ‘Having lunch with you?’
‘How did you know I’d be here?’ Her voice is breathy. It gets under my skin. Everything about this woman gets under my skin.
‘I paid someone to follow you last night, Snow.’
She inhales sharply. ‘Why?’
‘Because I promised you a trip to Saumur and I didn’t know how else to contact you.’
It’s amazing the effect my words have on her. Saumur and the fireflies shimmer like a magical promise on her lovely face.
‘If you had me followed then you must know that I’m with some—’
I place my finger on her lips to silence the rest of her word
s. She could have moved back, but she didn’t. Her lips are so warm and soft, it sends my dick rigid against the zipper of my jeans. Jesus. I have it bad for her. Her eyes close, but they hold closed for a second longer than it takes to blink. Why, she’s savoring my touch. I stare at her. Her eyes open. The green is a few shades darker.
She blushes.
And suddenly I know: she is a sexual innocent.
She must be the most sexually unaware woman I’ve ever met. She’s with Lenny, and it is clear that in exchange for the use of her body he is giving her some kind of protection, or perhaps it is some kind of a financial arrangement, but it is clear that she has never been touched by a real man. I think about her screaming my name while my cock is deep inside her and immediately my cock, already straining uncomfortably, starts throbbing painfully.
I clear my throat. ‘Do you still want to see the fireflies?’
She takes a deep and shuddering breath.
SNOW
I shouldn’t involve him in my mess. I know how cold and wicked Lenny can be, but my head nods and he removes his finger.
‘Would you like to go on Friday night? I’ll bring you back by Sunday.’
‘I … I can’t do it at the weekends.’ In spite of myself, my voice becomes sad. ‘Actually, I can’t leave the country at any time. He … er … expects me to be around all the time.’
There is a slight tightening of his jaw, but his eyes are expressionless. ‘Lenny is busy this weekend.’
My jaw sags. ‘You know Lenny?’ I breathe, taken by surprise.
‘It’s a small world, Snow.’
‘Then you must know what he is.’
‘Yeah, I know what he is,’ he says, but he appears unimpressed.
I lean forward. ‘He’s a gangster. He’s killed men before,’ I say fiercely.
There is no change in his voice. ‘I know.’
I drop back to the chocolate chair back. ‘Are you not afraid of him?’
He shakes his head slowly, never taking his dirty, cocky, arrogant gaze off me.
I stare deep into his eyes. The flecks inside them are almost violet. I feel transfixed by them. as if he has a strange power over me. ‘Who are you?’ I whisper.
‘Good afternoon, sir. Can I get you anything?’ Raja asks.