Gripping the doorknob, she backed against the open door and looked up at him. “How does the evening find you, Monsieur de Troyes?” Her own voice sounded foreign, desire and anticipation making it sultrier than usual.
His gorgeous eyes swept over her, hesitating just long enough in the vicinity of her neck to make her heart skip a beat. When they returned to her face, they blazed with hunger. “I find myself currently at a loss for words, Madame.”
Janna swallowed then moistened her lips. “Why not come inside, and we’ll see what we can do about your affliction.” She made to push away from the door, but he stopped her by lightly wrapping his right hand around her throat. He wore no gloves, and his fingers were cold against her skin. She blinked up at him and swallowed against the nonthreatening pressure of his hand.
“What game are you playing, Madame?”
“No game. I’ve sent the girls away. I am the only one here to see to your needs tonight.” She hadn’t planned to issue such a bold verbal challenge.
Oh so provocatively, his fingers stroked her throat. “All of them?” In that moment, she was aware that he knew she knew his deepest, darkest secret. The look in his eyes issued a counter challenge, daring her to accept.
“Oui, monsieur. You need only ask.”
“Damn you, Madame, why the devil has it taken you so long to offer?”