Extraits

“Good morning, dear Sansone.” Fausti’s intense amber eyes met Sansone’s, that ever-present mischievous twinkle doing the oddest thing to Sansone’s stomach.

Sansone bristled. “Why are you skulking in the gardens?”

Fausti’s lips quirked with obvious amusement. “Skulking? I was merely taking a morning stroll and enjoying the beauty around me. I don’t suppose you would care to join me?”

“What are you doing here?” Sansone demanded.

Fausti arched an eyebrow at him.

“This is my room.” Heat filled Sansone’s face. “Oh. Well, I suppose…you’re… allowed then.”

The rumbling laughter that came from Fausti did funny things to Sansone’s stomach, but he refused to pay it any mind. He wiped a tear from his eye and shook his head in amusement. “Now. Why were you thrashing my poor bedding?”

Sansone crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin in defiance. “Your bedding was vexing me.”

“I see.” Fausti’s grin turned sinful. “I can think of far more pleasant things to do with bedding.”

“You cad! I’m onto you and your games.” Sansone narrowed his eyes at Fausti.

“Games?” Fausti frowned. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“You lure innocent foxlings with that smile and your charm.”

“I do?”

“Yes! Only to cast them aside when you’ve had your way with them?”