“We’re close. My men are going through his warehouse now. Then we can get the hell out of here.”
I should’ve wished for that more than anything, to put as much distance between myself and Dmitri. But that stomach pang just grew at his words.
His head tilted as he searched my face. Finally, he opened his mouth to say something.
The ring of his cell phone interrupted him. Relief flooded through me, because the last thing I wanted was for him to ask me how I was feeling. Because like hell if I knew.
Dmitri’s steps receded down the hallway, and I leaned back into the chair with a groan. I needed to get it together.
Dmitri, the consummate psychopath, was acting like a professional, and I probably looked like a pining woman who’d just lost her virginity. Granted, I’d lost my penis-induced orgasm virginity. Who knew that I could come that many times from penetration?
The doorknob softly rattled, and I forced a casual tone, “Well that was quick,” I said.
Unlike last night, I added mentally.
But when the door opened, it wasn’t Dmitri standing there.
It was Jayden.
His hair was disheveled, and there was a redness in his eyes that sent me on high alert. Jayden stumbled into the room and closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing here?” I said, hating how high-pitched my voice sounded.
“Don’t be coy. You’ve been flirting with me all weekend.”
Jayden stumbled forward, his eyes flitting over my outfit. Revulsion turned that knot in my stomach into nausea.
I shook my head, and the smile that creeped across his face looked more like a grimace.
“You’ve been wearing all those tight outfits for me. You can stop playing hard to get.”
I’d been wearing high-necked clothing all weekend, not wanting to give him even a hint of skin. Yet, even if I’d been wearing a nun’s habit, I had a feeling that wouldn’t have stopped him.
“You’re wrong.” I hated that my voice was little more than a whisper.
“You fucking tease, you’ve been leading me on all weekend,” he spit, now halfway across the room.
Those words transported me to another room and another time when I was trapped in a dimly lit bedroom. In my mind, Jayden’s voice was replaced by Roman Komarov’s deeper one. Memories from a year ago at the party threatened to overwhelm me, and I ground my nails into my palm to keep from disassociating into the past.
Jayden’s shiny boots squeaked against the wood floor. I opened my mouth to tell him not to come any closer, but nothing came out.
All I could do was watch in horror as Jayden marched across the room with a look in his eyes that told me this was all my fault. That I’d turned him on, and now I had to deal with the consequences whether I liked it or not.
I swallowed, trying to force the words out. But it was like my vocal cords had been yanked out and all I could do was watch what was about to happen to me.
It was going to happen again, just like a year ago. There was nothing I could do.
The door swung open, and Dmitri’s furious visage appeared.
And my voice came back.
Chapter twenty-nine
Dmitri
I might’ve been distancing myself earlier, telling myself not to engage with Alisa even when she was blatantly reliving our fuckfest. Kept my hands to my fucking self when all I wanted to do was pound her against the desk until she screamed the building down with my name.
But one glance at the utter terror on Alisa’s face, and all that went out the window. My body vibrated with the visceral need to tear that cockroach’s limbs off.
