"Come home with me." Desmond slid a hand around her waist as soon as they were alone. It was a cross between a request and an order. He didn't sound like he was giving her any choice.
She tilted her head to look at his face and laughed when she caught the lustful look in his eyes. "Is this why you invited me to the banquet, Mr. Fort? So you can get into my pants?"
His eyes darkened and she felt his hand tighten against her waist. "I don't need to invite you to a banquet to get into your pants, Miss Williams. And by that, I don't mean that I don't want to."
She caressed his hand that was on her waist teasingly. "I hate to torment your balls but…"
"Then don't." He groaned, knowing where this was heading.
"I left Ximena in my room." She laughed.
"She's a big girl. I'm sure she can take care of herself until mommy's home." He joked but didn't want her to leave for Ximena.
