Luna leaned even farther forward–honestly, I was surprised she didn’t topple face first into his lap–before resting her hand on Dmitri’s armrest.
Her whisper was loud enough for me to hear, “Maybe you can teach me some Russian tonight?”
Dmitri looked at her cooly. “Nyet.”
He stood up and maneuvered around her overly arched body without so much as a brushed shoulder.
Crinkles marred her perfectly manicured brows when Dmitri stepped towards the door without even a backwards glance.
“That means no,” I said, and it came out sharper than I intended.
A smirk graced Dmitri’s lips. I ignored it and followed after him. There was no way in hell I was going to be in Jayden’s lecherous presence longer than I had to.
When Dmitri and I were alone in the hallway, Dmitri’s amusement faded and a serious expression crossed his face.
“Don’t leave your room tonight,” he said, leaning his broad body against the black wallpaper.
“Why?” I slowed my steps, and stared up at him.
He crossed his powerful arms over each other, and my body was reminded of the way he’d wrapped them around my body on the sparring mat.
When Dmitri nodded pointedly at the room where we’d left Jayden, a shiver ran up my spine. I wasn’t the only one who felt like something was off with Jayden.
“I’ll be right next door if you need anything,” he said.
For some reason, a giggle bubbled out of my chest. It was just so ridiculous. The man who’d ignored my tearful pleas and murdered my brother was now telling me that he’d take care of me if I needed him.
And the most damning part was that despite all that history, deep down I ached for him to do exactly that.
A smile crossed his lips. “You look cute when you laugh.”
My mouth dropped open at the compliment. Dmitri opened the door to his bedroom, and the light from the hallway chased away the darkness.
Dmitri’s voice deepened, and his gaze turned absolutely wicked as it skimmed my legs. “And when I said anything, Alisa. I do meananything.”
Even though a fluttery feeling pulsed through my insides, I enteredmyroom. Then slammed the door shut without dignifying that with a response.
The sound of his soft chuckle seeped through the doorframe.
I clicked the lock on the doorknob and settled into the stiff striped chair wedged against the wall. As I flicked open a page of the ledger and began to dive back into it, I heard the rustle of clothing hitting the floor behind me.
I realized with mounting horror, I could heareverythingbehind those adjoining walls.
I grit my teeth at the sound of Dmitri’s deep groan.
When his belt clattered against a wood surface, I accidentally dropped my ledger on the ground.
With unsteady hands, I picked it back up and tried to find my place again. But when the creak of the bed echoed behind me, the numbers faded away and all I could picture was Dmitri slowly settling back into his bed.
Metal thunked against the wall, and now I was visualizing the thick ropes of his arm muscles tensing as he settled them behind his head. And his pillow pressing against his broad bare shoulders.
Fuck.
I needed to cool down. His words about helping me withanythingI needed echoed in my head.Stupid brain.
I shifted in the chair as I conjured up the image of Dmitri stabbing my brother. But my body didn’t seem to get the memo. When I heard a whispered curse behind me, I bit down hard on my lip.
My eyes settled on my suitcase, and I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved that I hadn’t brought my trusty vibe.Unlike every man I’d had sex with, itactuallymanaged to get me off.
