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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 180 из 234I was going to be the worst-dressed person in the room. I was planning to replace that black robe at the first opportunity.
They were sitting on the couch, each as far away from the other as they could get. Jean-Claude was sitting like a mannequin, one arm on the back of the couch, the other on the arm of the couch. One foot rested atop his knee showing his soft boots to perfection. Richard was curled on his side of the couch, one knee clutched to his naked chest, the other knee curled on the couch.
Richard looked comfortable. Jean-Claude looked as if he were waiting for a roving photographer to come by. The two men in my life. I could barely stand it.
"I've got to get some sleep, so everybody who isn't staying, out."
"If you are referring to me, ma petite , I have no intention of leaving. Unless Richard goes with me."
"Stephen told you why I'm here," Richard said. "She's hurt and doesn't need to be alone."
"Look at her, Richard. Does she look hurt?" He held up a graceful hand. "I admit she has sustained some damage. But she does not need your help. Perhaps she doesn't even need mine."
"I invited Richard to stay over. I did not invite you."
"But you did invite me, ma petite ."
"First, please stop calling me that. Second, when did I invite you?"
"'The last time I was here. In August I believe."
Shit, I'd forgotten. It was beyond careless. I'd endangered Richard. Things were working out, but I hadn't known that when I left him here alone, alone in a place where Jean-Claude could come and go at will.
"I can take care of that right now," I said.
"If a dramatic gesture will please you, then be my guest. But Richard must not spend the night."
"Why not?"
"I think you are one of those women that where you give your body, there, too, is your heart. If you sleep with our Monsieur Zeeman, I think it might be the point of no return."
"Sex isn't a commitment," I said.
"For most people, no, but for you, I think it is."
The fact that he knew me that well brought heat in a rush up my face. Damn him. "I don't plan on sleeping with him."
"I believe you, ma petite , but I see the way your eyes follow him. He sits there looking luscious and warm and very alive. If I had not been here when you came home, would you have resisted?"
"Yes."
He shrugged. "Perhaps. Your strength of will is frightening, but I cannot take that chance."
"You don't trust me not to molest him?"
Again that shrug that could have meant anything.
They were sitting on the couch, each as far away from the other as they could get. Jean-Claude was sitting like a mannequin, one arm on the back of the couch, the other on the arm of the couch. One foot rested atop his knee showing his soft boots to perfection. Richard was curled on his side of the couch, one knee clutched to his naked chest, the other knee curled on the couch.
Richard looked comfortable. Jean-Claude looked as if he were waiting for a roving photographer to come by. The two men in my life. I could barely stand it.
"I've got to get some sleep, so everybody who isn't staying, out."
"If you are referring to me, ma petite , I have no intention of leaving. Unless Richard goes with me."
"Stephen told you why I'm here," Richard said. "She's hurt and doesn't need to be alone."
"Look at her, Richard. Does she look hurt?" He held up a graceful hand. "I admit she has sustained some damage. But she does not need your help. Perhaps she doesn't even need mine."
"I invited Richard to stay over. I did not invite you."
"But you did invite me, ma petite ."
"First, please stop calling me that. Second, when did I invite you?"
"'The last time I was here. In August I believe."
Shit, I'd forgotten. It was beyond careless. I'd endangered Richard. Things were working out, but I hadn't known that when I left him here alone, alone in a place where Jean-Claude could come and go at will.
"I can take care of that right now," I said.
"If a dramatic gesture will please you, then be my guest. But Richard must not spend the night."
"Why not?"
"I think you are one of those women that where you give your body, there, too, is your heart. If you sleep with our Monsieur Zeeman, I think it might be the point of no return."
"Sex isn't a commitment," I said.
"For most people, no, but for you, I think it is."
The fact that he knew me that well brought heat in a rush up my face. Damn him. "I don't plan on sleeping with him."
"I believe you, ma petite , but I see the way your eyes follow him. He sits there looking luscious and warm and very alive. If I had not been here when you came home, would you have resisted?"
"Yes."
He shrugged. "Perhaps. Your strength of will is frightening, but I cannot take that chance."
"You don't trust me not to molest him?"
Again that shrug that could have meant anything.