Chapter 4
He shook his head. “Not a casting couch,” he murmured. “Too easy.”
My eyebrow rose. Maybe the boy did have some native intelligence. He checked out the balcony. I’d have to nix that idea if he picked it. I’m too old to be arrested for public indecency—even if the idea of having the kid in broad daylight, with the shadows from the palm fronds playing over that golden skin, was stirring a buzz at the base of my cock
The kid ducked back inside the room, his gaze fixed on a point just over my right shoulder. I turned. The narrow staircase.
“The old slave stairs,” he said softly, crossing the room to pull the doorway back open.