Page 7 of Good Girl's Bad Lessons

He took the glass from her hands, like he needed her complete focus, and put it on the table. She frowned at him, but he ignored her. “He has a piece of property I’m interested in buying. I’ve tried to get in touch, but the man is…peculiar. He’s not impressed by my wealth or business savvy,” he said, scratching his chin.

She doubted Nico met many people who weren’t swayed by his money or charms. “Well, I can see that. Mr. Desmorais keeps to himself,” she said, remembering he’d only started sharing a tiny bit more about himself after the third time she interpreted on his behalf. Only later did she discover he spoke decent English, but refused to speak anything but French for speeches and lectures outside France and Mauritius.

“What do you know about him?”

“He’s a client. I can’t tell you stuff, as that would be unethical,” she said.

“He likes you, otherwise he wouldn’t have requested you so many times.”

“Yes, that I can agree with. He told me once I remind him of his daughter,” she said hoping the random comment wouldn’t bite her in the butt later.

“I have a proposition for you. Come with me as my companion to this fund-raiser in Mauritius in a week. Desmorais will be there. He already likes you, so bringing you along as my date will be good for me. Not to mention, you speak French.”

“Yeah, but what’s in it for me?” Besides a free trip.

He inched closer, staring into her eyes. “I’ll pay you a lot of money. First class ticket. Clothes. Whatever you need.”

She’d expected to visit Mauritius when Desmorais’s project began, but this would be much sooner. Aside from seeing him to cement their professional relationship, she doubted she’d be able to move the needle as far as the sanctuary project. How could the trip be beneficial to her? She threaded her fingers, pacing around. Think. Think… A light bulb burst in her brain, a thrill of anticipation raising goose bumps on her skin. “Whatever I need?”

The muscle in his jaw twitched. “Yeah.”

She cleared her throat, and managed to keep her eyes on his. “I’ll do it if you agree to teach me all you know about sex. We have approximately one month until Simon comes back from his trip.” She drew in a breath, stealing the oxygen in the room. Unthreading her fingers, she smoothed her clammy palms down her robe. Her heart skipped a beat, and when she finally gathered her wits, she whispered in his ear, “Are you in or are you out?”

Chapter Three

Nico thrust his fingers in his hair. Teaching her all he knew about sex would take a lot longer than one month. He didn’t need the guilt trip from Zaine or to mess up their friendship over this. Besides his brother Marco, Zaine was the closest person Nico had in his life. Zaine had always trusted and counted on him, particularly after having lost his twin brother Zachary to cancer years ago. “You mean you’re turning down money, let’s say, a quarter million dollars, to go on an international trip with me?”

She stared at him, with those gorgeous hazel eyes, unfazed.

“Half a mil?”

He’d increase the price if need be.

She waved him off, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be an ass. I don’t need your money. I need your body.”

He snorted. Yes, he’d fantasized about screwing Emma silly…but not under these conditions. “I’m not a gigolo.”

“Maybe you haven’t been paid, but it’s not like you’re a saint, either.”

Christo, he had to agree. He’d had his share of threesomes and bedded some of the most amazing women in the world. “Be glad I’m not easily offended.”

“Listen, will it be such a hardship to teach me some tried-and-true bedroom tricks? I understand I’m no runway model or movie star. But I’m a fast learner.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and cursed under his breath. Was he really discussing her eagerness as a student? Shit, he shouldn’t have eaten her out. His mistake set this whole thing in motion. Truth was, he needed her to go with him on the trip—God knew how long it’d be before he had an opportunity to meet Desmorais in person again. Probably never.

Why not make the best of it? She spoke French, knew Desmorais, and best of all, had an excellent rapport with him. Besides, his gut stirred. Wouldn’t it be fun to fuck Emma until she forgot her own name? His cock strained against his jeans, obviously agreeing with the plan. He drew in a breath, restless, frustrated.

He opened his mouth then closed it. She perched her hands at her waist, and he imagined how lovely she’d be under his weight. He’d love to bend her over the sofa and fuck her deep, while playing with her breasts and pulling her lustrous hair.

Arousal stirred in his groin. No. If he screwed her right now, it’d be self-gratification. He needed to make sure she’d enjoy it from beginning to end, and sex with her would fit her needs—her lessons. Lessons would make the bargain a lot more objective.

He strode to the foyer, hearing her trail behind him. When he reached the door, he spun around and said, “Zaine can’t ever find out about this. Do you hear me?”

“Yay.” She clapped her hands. Flecks of silver shone in the depths of her arresting hazel eyes. “I won’t tell him a thing. Promise.”

He swallowed. What did her eyes look like when she was fucked beyond belief? “You’ll follow my lead. No questions asked.”

She nodded quickly. “Deal.”

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