The best part of my day, although I’d admit it to no one, was reading the dailies that her security team wrote every shift.
Mila baked cupcakes for Anton’s birthday.
Mila hates math and tried to bribe Oleg to do her homework.
Mila got 87% on her science test, so she ordered pizza for everyone to celebrate.
Mila asked Oleg to tutor her in math.
We drove Mila to three different pet stores so she could buy the guard dog the perfect toy that she saw online.
Mila got a B on her math test, so we took her out for pizza to celebrate.
Every single note gave me a tiny glimpse into her world, and most of it amused me. She didn’t deserve any of this life, and I was doing my best to shield her from the worst of it, because at some point, if I did my job, her life as she knew it would blow up beyond recognition.
It waslate on a Tuesday night, and I had come home to eat and crash. I sat at my desk, doing month closing, and I could feel Mila before I saw her.
She stood like a ghost in the doorway of my office. She wore soft cashmere pants and an oversized sweater. Her hair was long and soft around her makeup free face.
“What are you doing up?” I looked at her, trying to pretend I wasn’t soaking up every detail of her, right down to toenails, which were painted a soft pink.
“I haven’t seen you around.” She inched into the office, looking around.
“Work’s been busy.”
She nodded and crossed her hands in front of her. “I made some friends at school.”
Selena and Tanya. I had already run small background checks on both girls. “Oh, yeah?”
“It’s Selena’s birthday on Saturday, and she’s having a party downtown at a bar.”
“Where?”
“It’s called the Viper.”
Which was a notorious nightclub in the heart of Vancouver. I frowned. “And?”
She licked her lips nervously. “I want to go to the party without security.”
“Absolutely not.”
She immediately got mad and stepped dramatically into the office. “That’s not fair.”
“I’m not trying to be unfair. I’m trying to keep you safe.”
She rolled her eyes, and my dick responded with a hard jerk. “No offense to them, but they don’t really blend in.”
“They’re not supposed to.”
“I’d look stupid.”
“For what, having detail on you?”
“My friends take the bus. And they don’t know I’m married or that we live in a house.” She waved her hands around. “Or have a chef and security.”
“They don’t know you’re married?”
She flushed. “This isn’t a real marriage.”
