Wicked After Midnight by Delilah S. Dawson

Author:Delilah S. Dawson [Dawson, Delilah S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Books
Published: 2014-01-27T22:00:00+00:00

18

I smirked and perked up in mock indignation. “I may work in a cabaret, but I’m not a loose woman, monsieur.”

“But in your profession, surely you must remain limber. Lithe. Flexible.”

“Flexibility is just one of my many talents.”

“I’d like to see more of your talents, bébé. Maybe I could teach you a few things myself.”

“You’re so very altruistic.”

“I don’t know that word, but I’m guessing it’s similar to sexy.”

He reached for my face, and I leaned down to meet him, his lips pressing gently to mine, almost nibbling. Heat shot through my body, and it took effort to stay on the trapeze. But something was off. I pulled away and licked my lips.

“Wine. You taste of wine.”

“I must test the vintage before I can sell the wine properly, bébé. Part of the job, being a brigand.”

I looked closer. His eyes were slightly red, which was making them glow an otherworldly green.

“Are you drunk, Vale?”

He grinned, hands back on the trapeze on either side of my hips.

“Peut-être.”

With a whoop, he pulled the trapeze back and ran, pushing me high into the air and swinging with me, dangling from the bar. He couldn’t go far, as the wall was near and I’d adjusted the ropes to keep it close to the ground, but I still felt the sensation of flying. I took advantage of the mirror to watch the fine lines of his back and the way the trousers hugged his butt. A red-striped handkerchief fluttered from his back pocket. When he hit the wall, he kicked off it and swung back, tucking up his knees so the trapeze could swing in the other direction.

I tried to hide my childlike glee at flying through the air on a trapeze with a seriously hot guy dangling just underneath me, his buzzed hair tickling my ankles through the stockings.

“Yep, you’re drunk.”

“Just a little. Just enough.”

“Just enough for what? Wailing and waking up the entire cabaret?”

He let his feet down, dragging his boots to bring the trap to a stop. I held on tightly and recomposed my legs, crossing them demurely at the ankles. With more agility than a drunk man had any right to possess, he swung up and turned in the air, landing on his feet, facing me again.

“Just enough to come to you when I don’t have any information, any tips, any trinkets, any advice. To come to you with nothing but myself.”

“Vale, you don’t have to—”

I tried to slide off the trapeze, but he pinned me there and stepped close, spreading my knees to stand pressed against me. His arms wrapped around my waist as he ran his nose up the buttons of my jacket and planted a kiss in the V of my cleavage. I couldn’t breathe and suddenly felt as if I was upside down, as if everything had gone topsy-turvy.

“No, I don’t have to. I want to. And if it took half a cask of the best wine in Paris, so be it. Bébé, I’m not just your errand boy.

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