Out of the corner of my eye, Ana moves, so I turn to look at her just as she slithers down to lie on the couch with a soft smile on her lips.
“Jesus,” I mutter. “How much did you have to drink?”
Helen’s phone dings, and as soon as she looks at it, she lifts her shoulders and walks past me. Although walks is putting it nicely. More like staggers in a zigzag toward the front door.
“I don’t know,” she sings, then holds up her index finger and turns toward me with a wicked smile. “But I do know we drank your most expensive whiskey and it’s gone. Have a good night!”
And thenshe’sgone, and I’m left staring at my front door, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.
Did my housekeeper just tell me off? After she drank my best whiskey which costs over five thousand dollars a bottle.
Soft, bubbling giggles snap me out of my thoughts. Peering over at Ana, my lips twitch right along with my cock.
She covers her mouth, trying to stifle her laugh.
“What’s so funny, little girl?”
“I don’t know. But I think I like whiskey.”
I chuckle and lower myself to the opposite end of the couch, her feet right by my thighs. My fingers ache to touch her, but she just said more words to me in one sentence than she’s ever said before, so I don’t want to startle her. The last thing I want is for her to clam up on me right now. Why didn’t I think about getting her drunk to get her talking? Helen is a genius. I need to give the woman a raise.
“Yeah? Did you have fun with Helen?”
Like a light switch, her eyes widen, and she scoots to sit up. Unable to stop myself because I want her as close to me as possible, I grab her ankle, keeping her from getting away.
“Relax, Anastasia. I’m glad you spent time with her. She’s a pain in my ass, but she’s a good woman. You can go to her for anything.”
When she doesn’t try to pull away from me, I release her and rest my hand on her leg.
“What did Helen tell you about me?”
Ana stares at me, her long black eyelashes fluttering with each blink. The light streaming in through the windows makes her glassy eyes sparkle like diamonds. She’s breathtaking. And each day she’s here, she looks a bit healthier.
“She said you’re in the mafia.”
I slowly stroke my thumb over the exposed skin on her ankle. “I am. I was born and raised in the mafia.”
I’m not sure what else to tell her.
“Are you going to have sex with me?”
My head snaps up and whips to the side to look at her. She doesn’t appear afraid. It makes me wonder if she’s been worrying about this since I first brought her here. I should have put her in an apartment alone, so she didn’t have to live with that kind of fear. The thing is, I want her close to me so I can watch over her. Take care of her. Protect her.
“Not unless you wanted to, Ana. I’ve done a lot of bad things, but forcing a woman will never be one of them.”
Why didn’t I say no? The only thing I should want to do is help her. And I do want that.
I also want to make her mine in every sense of the word.
12
ANA
Ican’t believe I just asked that. What is wrong with me? Did the liquor really hit me that hard? His answer, though. That’s what has me speechless as I stare at him wide-eyed. Does he mean that if I said yes, he would want to have sex with me?
Something twinges inside of me low in my belly, and I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to tamp down whatever this feeling is.
“Have you killed people?” I finally ask.
