He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just walks out the door before I can even think to ask how the hell he put his info into my phone. Thank god I don’t have nude photos on there. Derek sent me a dick pic one night after he’d been drinking in an attempt to get me to come over for a booty call, but he would’ve really had to scroll through my messages to find it.
Putting my focus back on the house, I work on the dishes and then make a cleaning schedule that will keep the house spotless but also make it to where I’m not cleaning every second of every day. I have no idea what to expect, and since the house is already spotless, I spend most of the day getting my room ready. When Volodya doesn’t show for lunch, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed. I eat my sandwich alone in the kitchen, and then spend the rest of the afternoon dusting a dust-free house.
When I have about an hour before I need to start cooking, I decide to explore the back of the house. He didn’t tell me I couldn’t walk around, so I throw my sneakers on and step out onto the veranda. In seconds all three dogs are at my side. He was right. I haven’t even made it five feet. I pet their heads and then throw the tennis ball Graza brings me. Walking down the path to the beach, I keep tossing the tennis ball every time one of them brings it back, but once we get to the water, they forget about the ball and start racing along the shoreline. The waves crash against the sand and rocks while the gulls squawk above us. It’s a typical overcast day, but these are the kinds of days I prefer, so it’s perfect to me.
I take my shoes and socks off and walk the sandy beach, picking up shells that catch my eye and laughing when the waves crash into my legs, wetting my jeans even though I’ve rolled them up. When the dogs get brave and start jumping in the water, I can’t help but join in a bit. I throw the ball for them, laughing so hard when they flop around and chase after it that I can barely breathe. I know I should probably be feeling more upset after watching a man get murdered, but the truth is I’m just so fucking happy knowing I can take care of my mom now. All the worry that I’ve been carrying around for the last five years starts to fall away, and I feel like I can breathe again. Yeah, my boss is a killer and we had one hell of a fucked-up first meeting, but I don’t feel like I’m in danger. He’s actually gone out of his way to make me feel at ease. If things get too crazy, or if I start to feel like I’m not safe by being here, then I’ll just quit the job and get the hell out, but until then, I’m saving every dime I earn so I can make my mom’s life easier.
By the time the dogs and I get out of the water, the sun is dipping behind the horizon and I realize I’m way behind schedule. I look up at the house, my heart racing when I see Volodya standing there, staring at me. There’s a glass in his hand, and he’s too far away for me to see his expression, but I feel the intense way he’s looking at me in every damn cell in my body. Keeping his face turned in my direction, he raises the glass to his lips and takes a long drink.
Covered in sand and water and with three filthy dogs at my heels, I make the walk of shame to where he’s standing. Not a great first-day impression. He keeps his expression blank and takes another drink.
“I’m sorry,” I quickly say. “I lost track of time.”
His eyes run over me, and even though I’m fully clothed, I’ve never felt more on display. My wet shirt may not be white, but it’s cold and I’m soaked, and I know my thin bra isn’t doing shit to hide my hard nipples.
“I’ll hurry up and get cleaned up and then start supper.”
I’ve barely made it two steps before his deep voice cuts in. “You’re not stepping foot in my house with all that sand all over you.”
I look down at my sand-covered pants and then back up at him. “What should I do?”
He points to an outdoor shower that’s set up in the corner of the veranda. I quickly run over and turn it on, soaking my clothes yet again while trying to brush off the sand. It’s not working. The dogs had knocked me over a few times in their exuberance, and I swear I got sand in every nook and cranny.
“You’re going to have to take them off,” Volodya says from behind me.
“Turn around and I will,” I tell him.
He lets out a soft laugh and sits down in one of the patio chairs, stretching his long legs out in front of him as he takes another drink of what I’m now convinced is vodka. I weigh my options. It doesn’t take long. There’s no way in hell I can just run into his house. I’ll never make it past him. Taking comfort in the fact that the outside light isn’t on and it’s dark enough to keep me sort of hidden in shadows, I start to unbutton my jeans.
It’s just like being in a bikini, I tell myself.A see-through, lacy bikini.
I’m torn between putting the ass that I think is too big towards him or turning around and showing him the boobs that I think are too small. Decisions, decisions. I settle on just giving him a side view. Peeling the wet jeans off, I rinse them off and then toss them at the closest chair. The shirt comes next, and soon it’s tossed aside too.
I chance a quick look at Volodya. His face is hidden in shadow, but I can see the tense set of his jaw and the way he’s gripping his glass. I never thought in a million years I’d have the attention of man like him, and now that I have it, it’s intoxicating. I run my hands over my body, brushing the sand off my skin. Part of my brain is screaming at me to not poke the fucking bear, but the other part of my brain, the part that’s directly connected to my now throbbing pussy, is saying, well, maybe it’s okay to nudge it just a little bit. Volodya is the closest thing to an untamed beast I’ve ever been around, and the temptation to test my boundaries is just too hard to resist, so I run my hands over my breasts and give the man a little show.
He doesn’t say a word, just takes another drink, never once taking his eyes off me. When I drag one of my hands down my stomach and start to slide my fingers under the lace of my panties, he slams his glass down with enough force to make me jump.
“Don’t push me too far,kiska,” he warns. Standing, he grabs one of the towels he must’ve brought out earlier while the dogs and I were having our swim and brings it over to me. I suck in a quick breath when I see the dark look he’s giving me. It’s not anI really like what I seekind of look. It’s anI’m two seconds away from bending you over and making you scream my namelook. Reaching over, he turns off the water and then opens the towel, holding it out for me.
I hesitate for the briefest of moments before lifting my arms. He wraps it around me, tucking the end in so it won’t come undone. Before pulling back, he lets his thumb graze along my collarbone, making me suck in a quick breath as my heart speeds up to dangerous levels.
“Go inside and get dressed while I order us something to eat.”
I give a quick nod, not trusting myself to speak before stepping around him and bolting inside, more than ready to put some much needed distance between us.
Chapter 6
Volodya
Iwatch Maddie run inside like her ass is on fire while my cock strains painfully against my jeans. I hadn’t expected her to start touching herself under the damn water, and the sight of it had nearly made me lose all control. She has no idea how close she just came to getting fucked in my backyard. My littlekiskais playing with fire, and it’s only a matter of time before we both go up in flames.
Giving a low whistle, I make my dogs sit in a line and then grab the shower nozzle so I can rinse all three of them off. They sit there and take it, not looking the slightest bit guilty about the messy fun they had. When I’ve toweled them off, I let them in and place a quick order for pizza. By the time Maddie comes downstairs, the pizza is on the counter, and I’m very close to losing what little willpower I have. She walks in and my jaw tenses because she looks like a girl who just fucked herself. Her face is flushed, her pupils still blown from her climax, and she refuses to meet my eyes.
It pisses me the fuck off.
Grabbing two plates, I put them on the counter a little harder than necessary, taking pleasure from the fact that it makes her jump. I fill her plate and hand it to her, refusing to let go until she meets my eyes.
“Feeling better?” I ask, lifting a dark brow at her.
