With a swallow, I grabbed a heavy book. If the guy was looking for round two, it was the closest thing in this room to a weapon.
I tiptoed to the door and leaned my head against the frame.
There was a light clattering of metal against metal. And did I hearsizzling? Was the guy who’d drugged me going to make me breakfast, and pretend like everything was all good?
Stomach turning over, I slowly opened the door, and prepared to meet the eyes of the guy who hadn’t cared what I wanted last night.
My stomach tightened for an entirely different reason when I met intense gray eyes.
Dmitri laid down a metal spatula and settled his attention on me.
He was wearing a black v-neck shirt with rolled up sleeves that hugged the muscles of his arms. Black ink rippled down his arms and-
Dmitri raised an eyebrow. Blood rushed to my face as I yanked my attention away from his body.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, leaning an elbow against the marble counter. He rested his chin on top of his tatted hand.
As he slowly took me in, his eyes darkened. His perusal started at the high neck of my purple sequined dress, and paused on my curves.
The reminder of last night slammed into me like a hangover. The book clattered to the ground.
“What happened last night?” I strangled out as my hammering heart thudded against my chest. “All I remember is being at the club… How the hell did I end up here?”
“You don’t remember,” his voice was harder than the countertop he was now tightening his free hand against.
I swallowed. I’d had nights where I’d woken up with the world browned over. A touch of panic always accompanied the memories, but I’d always been able to make out the details.
This was different. This was not normal. And waking up at Dmitri’s house. Was this even his house? And-
“Breathe.” Dmitri’s voice was commanding as he stood up to his full imposing height.
“Are you seriously telling me to breathe when I don’t remember coming here? All I remember is that guy dragging me across the club.”
His eyes narrowed, and I glanced over his shoulder as if that guy from last night was about to pop out behind him.
“Is he here?” My voice rose an octave on the last word.
“No.” His voice was a growl, and I took a step back at the ferocity in his tone. My shoulders were pressed against the wall, and my fight-or-flight demanded I find an exit.
To get the hell out of here.
“For fuck’s sake, Alisa,” Dmitri muttered.
He strode around the counter, eating away the distance between us before I could even find the front door to the apartment.
His huge hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.
Dmitri’s eyes were a thundercloud as he said, “You’re safe. Now fucking breathe.”
Chapter fifteen
Alisa
“Safe?” I gasped out, and for some reason a laugh bubbled up between my frantic breaths. “I completely blacked out, and I woke up in your bed. And you’re trying to tell me everything’s okay.”
“Guestbed,” he said, enunciating the first word.
I blinked and glanced back down at my outfit. It hadn’t felt like my outfit had been rearranged when I’d woken up, but someone could’ve had their way with me without taking off my dress. Just dragged my underwear to the side and-
