“Are you kidding me? I don’t trust you now.” He doesn’t bother to contest that. Okay, I’m curious. “What’s the deal? I’m not working as a stripper for you, if that’s what you have in mind.” “Non, moiselle.” His tongue sweeps over his lips, and he backs up just enough to look down between us, presumably at my breasts, and back to me. “Je veux te baiser.” “I don’t know what that means.”
