After I checked it was secure, I slumped onto my bed.
…And immediately had flashbacks to the way Dmitri choked me while fucking me into another dimension. My nipples peaked against the fabric of my nightgown.
I studied the headboard, wanting to slam my head against it for being so stupid last night. There were a million reasons I shouldn’t have touched him, yet for some reason I’d thought it’d be a good idea to give into my hormones.
Through the thin walls, I could hear the rustling of his clothing. To my horror I found myself getting turned on all over again. Even though I’d come harder last night than in my entire life.
Get it together.
I needed to focus on the assignment, and try to forget about last night…
Even if that conflicted part of me was rearing its head again.
I tried to swallow back the building emotions. All I needed to do was avoid the two men in this house as much as possible, and finish everything up so I could escape back to my freezing cold apartment and get my head back on straight.
A purposeful knock sounded against my door.
So much for that.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“Meet me in the library when you’re ready. We need to go over the paperwork,” Dmitri said. His voice was controlled and emotionless.
It was obvious last night had zero effect on him.
A pang stabbed at my stomach. I reminded myself that was a good thing. Whatever had been building between us, he’d gotten out of his system. Now he was done. Ready to move on to the next hapless person.
I should be relieved. I kept repeating that to myself as I dressed for the day. Instead, the knot in the pit of my stomach grew as I silently crept through the house towards the library.
One of the positive side effects of having a father who liked to punch me when he was in a bad mood, was that I’d learned to move silently. I intimately knew how to listen for the hint of footfall, so I could creep behind a door and avoid a broken rib.
Either my talent was paying off, or Jayden was avoiding me. Whatever the case, I’d take any good luck handed my way. I slowly opened the door to the library, and Dmitri glanced up from his phone.
His eyes were as cold and distant as his voice had been earlier.
That’s a good thing.
From the aching feeling thrumming through me, my body didn’t seem to agree.
“Thanks for the coffee,” I said, picking up the extra cup next to him.
He just nodded and stared out the icy window. I took a sip of the marvelous substance called coffee, and willed myself to care as little about last night as the whistling wind cared about the lake outside.
As the silence stretched between us, I realized that I wasn’t even the least bit worried that the drink was poisoned.
Although, the man had literally choked me into ecstasy last night, if he’d wanted to kill me there were easier ways than poisoning the woman who was potentially resistant to the drugs.
My cheeks flushed at the memory of his hand wrapped around my throat.
As Dmitri took in my reaction, the frosted look on his face melted. A smirk graced his face as if he knew intimately what I was thinking about.
Dmitri’s eyes flitted to the wooden desk, and then all I could imagine was him pushing me onto it, and fucking me until we permanently scarred the wood floor underneath it.
Suddenly, the look faded from his eyes back into icy indifference. After all, he’d conquered me like a hunter claimsa deer. If the rumors were to be believed, it’d be outside of his nature to stay around when there were so many other women out there.
I was just a chase. Nothing more.
“Any updates?” I asked, trying to steel my tone.
