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Jade, that was the color of Julien Thornton’s eyes. A rich shade of green that was gorgeous with the tone of his olive skin, and right now, they had an amused light to them that made them close to sparkle.
Robbie tapped his thumb on his thigh, anxiety making the alcohol buzz even stronger, and then Julien’s lips curved and a dimple appeared on his right cheek. Robbie’s cock immediately hardened at the sight of it, and then his eyes caught Priest’s as he kissed Julien’s temple, and then flicked the tip of his tongue over that dimple.
Oh. My. Fuck. They were so damn hot they were gonna set off the fire alarms.
Sure, they might be married. And sure, Robbie hated everything that came out of Priest’s mouth. But there was no denying that Robbie found both of them unbelievably sexy—and that was with their clothes on.
As Priest straightened, Robbie thought he caught his lips twitch, almost as though he were laughing, but his expression remained impassive as he walked off to the other side of the packed dance floor. Robbie followed his progress until the crowd swallowed him up, and then he returned his attention to Julien, who was now walking toward him.
Julien’s eyes were focused, his final destination clear, and Robbie had the distinct impression that he was being hunted from all sides. When Julien came to a stop in front of him, he leaned in, placed his lips by Robbie’s ear, and said, “Comme on se retrouve, princesse.” And when he raised his head, a devilish grin curved his lips. “We meet again.”
Something that Robbie had learned the night he’d met Julien at The Popped Cherry was that he was confident and even better looking in person than he was on TV.
“I’m still angry at you,” Robbie announced, figuring that should be stated before he did something stupid, like beg Julien to take him away and do everything his twinkling eyes were promising.
“Oui, I can tell by the grin on your lips. Very angry indeed.”
“I am,” Robbie said, as he twirled his phone on the bar top, going for the unaffected-but-cute look. “And just because you speak French doesn’t mean I’m going to melt at your feet.”
Julien shifted a little closer and said, “How about kneel? Would it make you kneel at my feet, princesse?”
Robbie turned his head at that, and realized a little too late that, this close, their lips almost touched. He pulled back slightly and ordered himself not to look at Julien’s spectacular mouth, because shit, that would get him into a whole world of trouble. Instead, he decided to change the subject. “Why do you keep calling me that?”
“Princess?” When Robbie arched an eyebrow, Julien chuckled and took a seat on the stool beside him. “It’s how Priest referred to you after you met. Then I saw you, and I knew why.”
“I’m not drunk enough for this answer, am I?”
Julien shrugged. “You won’t know unless you ask.” Then he gestured for the bartender.
“Okay…” Robbie said, and let out a put-upon sigh. “Why does he call me that?”
Julien ordered a Tom Collins then turned back to Robbie and ran his eyes all over his face. “Because you’re as pretty as one, mon cher petit. Pretty as a princess.”
Robbie eyed him for a moment, and then decided to take it as a compliment. After all, pretty wasn’t a word he’d ever grow tired of hearing in reference to himself. He was fucking pretty. “There you go again with the French.”
“I know,” Julien said, and licked those full lips. “I’m still hoping it’ll have you falling to your knees.”
Robbie shifted on the stool, unable to believe how turned on he was by a two-minute conversation. But he knew it was more than that. His brain had Julien’s groans on a loop in his head, and all he could think about was how hot Julien must look when he came.
Okay, stop thinking about that, and focus on something else, Robbie told himself. Focus on anything else.
Since a drink was out of the question, he looked around for something else to distract him from the sexy Frenchman sitting close enough that their knees touched, and that was when Robbie spotted him.
Standing over against the far wall by a high-top table, Priest had his eyes trained on the two of them, and he had the same unsmiling expression from earlier.
“What’s he doing?” Robbie asked, suddenly feeling as though there was a giant spotlight on them.
“Hmm?”
“Priest? What’s he doing all the way over there when you’re over here?”
Julien looked across the crowd to where Robbie was focused. “He’s watching.”
“Watching?” Robbie said, his voice going up several guilty octaves. Could Priest see the erection that Robbie had no hope of hiding? Probably.
“Yes. It’s what he does,” Julien explained, then picked up his drink and took a sip.
