Chapter 66

• Somehow, I manage to focus on the food. Stephane eyes stay on my every move, but instead of the heated intensity that unsettles me so much, it is a gentle form of interest, like I am some precious little gem of his. I glow inwardly, unable to keep the blush off my face. I am in trouble, all right. But this is the kind you plunge right into without thinking.
• "How was your week, Aleen?" Stephane clears his throat, taking a sip of his red wine. I like how he says my name a little too much. It is intoxicating, the way he enunciates the syllables. And he always says it the exact same way, I like that he doesn't call me by endearments, though I doubt I would have any issues with that. Imagine being called baby by Stephane, my insides would melt.
• "It was okay." I say, clearing my throat too, to clear my head of the criminal thoughts I can't seem to keep away when I am with him. I reach for my glass of wine, taking a small sip, I am already too hot from just sitting across from him and sharing dinner like we are on a date or something romantic, I can't handle alcohol in addition to it. But the wine is really good, it settles on my tongue with a boldness that makes me wonder how it would taste if I sucked it from Stephane's tongue. Fuck. I am not doing a good job of keeping my thoughts PG, he must be able to read my face.