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He unwound his scarf and draped it over the chair beside him, then crossed his legs. “Ugh. I’d almost forgotten how much colder the winters are here.”
“All the better to find a few hot bodies to share them with—isn’t that what you always said?”
“You know me too well. Why do you think I’m pre-gaming here?” A satisfied smile curved his lips. “Any prospects I should know about?”
I choked a little on my drink. “For me?”
Benoit blinked slowly. “Yes, for you. Or have you gone celibate in my absence?”
I almost let out a snort at that. “Hardly.”
“Then is there anyone of interest I should avoid an entanglement with?”
I set my glass aside and crossed my hands over my stomach. “You know what I find entertaining about you?”
“Only everything?”
“Your so-called altruism.”
Benoit’s mouth fell open. “So-called?”
I twisted my glass in circles on my desk. “Mhmm.”
“Are you saying I’m asking about your sex life out of nosy interest and not because I want to steer clear of anyone you have your eye on?”
I nodded. “Nailed it.”
The look of pretend shock on Benoit’s face settled into a wide grin, and he shrugged. “Fine. You caught me. I’m a gossipy whore who wants all the dirty details.”
A laugh boomed out of me as I lifted my drink again. Benoit would salivate if he knew the trouble I’d almost gotten myself into today when I made the mistake of locking myself in a room with Preston. That had been a close call.
“There’s no one of particular interest, so the city is your oyster.”
“Hmm.” He eyed me a little too curiously. “Youaregetting laid, right? I don’t need to have an intervention?—”
“No, no,” I said, shaking my head. As if I’d last long without an outlet for all the stress and responsibilities on my shoulders. No, I had no problem finding a willing body for a night, but suddenly my focus was a little too singular, and that was something that couldn’t continue. “Don’t worry, I’m satisfied,” I assured Benoit.
“I mean with more than just your hand,friend.”
I was about to tell him who and where I’d been fully satisfied by recently—more to shut him up than to partake in his gossipy ways—when I was saved by the bell.
Sasha’s line lit up, and I quickly took the opportunity to avoid Benoit’s all-too-knowing stare.
“Yes, Sasha? What is it?”
“Preston Abernathy is here to see you. Would you like me to have him wait, or should I send him in?”
Motherfucker. What the hell was Preston doing here? I’d made it clear earlier that I had no intention of continuing his line of conversation.
“I’m busy,” I replied.
There was a pause, like Sasha was relaying the message, and then she was back. “He says it’ll just take a minute. Something to do with the Winter Ball.”
Winter Ball, my ass.
But… Benoit was here. He would be a buffer to keep Preston from saying or doing anything that would lead the both of us somewhere we shouldn’t go.
I swallowed a sigh. “You can send him in.”
