Does it get lonely for him here?
She’d always considered Dmitri to be some stone-cold angel who existed without the needs of a normal human, but last night there had been desire in his eyes.He felt things, no matter how well he covered them up.He was a mostly only child and his parents were both dead, his half sister and her kid were gone, and there was only the man and this ridiculously large house…
Stop it.Stop humanizing him.He’s a big boy and he can take care of himself.The only reason he brought you here is because he needed you to secure his power.Donotforget that.
She headed for the kitchen and threw together a quick breakfast with two eggs—her usual.Normally in the mornings, she was so hungover that she had to force herself to eat, but Keira found her fork scraping the empty plate and her stomach still demanding more, so she dug through the refrigerator and came up with the makings fora smoothie, too.No one showed up by the time she was done, so she cleaned the dishes and set them in the small drying rack beside the sink.
She was just considering her options when the phone hanging on the wall trilled.Keira looked around, but there wasn’t anyone else to answer it.While she was considering it, the ringing stopped… and promptly started up again.Oh yeah, that’s definitely for me.
With a sigh, she walked over and picked it up.“Romanov kitchen, Keira speaking.”
A pause.“Cheeky.”
She rolled her eyes.“Hello, Dmitri, lovely morning we’re having.Is there something you need, or were you just enjoying interrupting my breakfast?”He had to either have people around here that she couldn’t see, or there was some kind of security equipment that she’d missed.She turned around to lean against the wall and narrowed her eyes.There didn’tappearto be a camera around, but the tech was fancy enough these days that she might not be able to pick it out.“You have cameras in this house.”
“If I did, telling you would just make it easier for you to evade them.”
Which was as good as admitting they were there.She shrugged her sweater off one shoulder.“Are you watching me right now?”
“We don’t have time for games.Come to my office immediately.”
Oh, Dmitri, there is always time for games.Especially when she needed a little boost after the way things had fallen out last night.Keira tugged her sweater down a little further, exposing her breast.She hoped like hell that thehouse was as empty as it seemed, or she was in danger of making a fool of herself.Too late.The train has already left the station.
A strangled sound came down the line.“My.Office.”
“Mmm.I’m enjoying myself.”She let her head rest against the wall and used her free hand to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.Pleasure sparked through her, the feeling only heightened by the knowledge that he was mostdefinitelywatching.
She left her breast exposed and inched her sweater up until she could undo the button of her jeans.“I’ll be up in a few.”She dragged the zipper down.
Dmitri cursed, sounding so fucking feral that she paused.He spoke slowly, his accent thick, clipping his words as if through gritted teeth.“If you’re going to touch your pussy,moya koroleva, I’m going to have to insist you come to my office, take off those pants, and spread yourself over my desk so I can appreciate it properly.”
The image slammed into her, stealing her breath.Of him sitting in that chair between her thighs, not touching her, not until she gave him permission, and her naked and arched back, stroking herself while he watched avidly.She tried to catch her breath, feeling like all the air had been sucked out of the room.“Sounds like a party.”
The silence stretched out, timed to the beat of her erratic heart.If she followed through on it…Playing with fire doesn’t begin to cover it.“Dmitri—”
“We have a situation.”He sounded more in control, though his tone was still ragged around the edges.“Come to my office immediately… please.”
It was still an order,pleaseor noplease, but he wasobviously trying to make an effort.That didn’t mean jack shit to her… or it shouldn’t.I’m bored enough, I might as well see what he wants.
Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.
She buttoned her jeans slowly and let her sweater drop back into place.“I’ll be right there.”Keira hung up before he could say anything else.She did her best not to think too hard about what she’d almost just done—what she still wanted to do.She filed away the information that Dmitri had cameras everywhere for later use.That had to be why he allowed her to wander without a muscly shadow at all times—and it also meant he was most likely watching her.She wanted to see his setup to be sure, but in the meantime, she wanted to know what he needed in his office.
Somehow, she imagined it wasn’t going to be as fun as what he’d threatened her with.
Dmitri wasn’t behind the desk when she walked through the door.He stood next to a man she vaguely recognized, speaking in low Russian.Note to self: learn Russian so they can’t talk about you when you’re standing here like a fool.
Yeah, going to get right on that.
The conversation ended, and the man walked out.Keira glanced around the office, but there was no convenient set of monitors to display where the cameras were in the house.Another thing to add to the list.She squared her shoulders.“You rang?”
“Da.” He looked her over and gave a short nod.“Come with me.”
She dogged his heels as he headed out and wove through the hallways to a part of the house she hadn’t made it to yet.“Where are we going?”
“Boston.”
She missed a step.“What?Are you taking me home?”
