“Fine. Tomorrow night. I’ll be at dinner.” I roll my eyes dramatically. “Like a good little Bratva wife,” I add with sarcasm.
He smirks, but then thankfully nods in approval and leaves me alone in the kitchen to finish my burger.
Chapter 7 - Kristopher
At least she agreed to join me at the dinner table tonight. I’ve waited for her every night since she got here, and she’s made excuses about studying, but when I caught her in the kitchen, I figured out it was something more than that. I think she was just hiding from me.
Sitting at the dinner table, waiting for her, I scroll through my phone. I’m impatient for her to get here. Every day, I’d hoped to spend some time with her, and she’d managed to get out of it. But tonight, I will have her attention to myself.
I hear her footsteps coming down the hall outside the dining room. High heels? What in the…
Lifting my head, I knit my brows and stare at the door. When she walks through it, my heart comes to a complete stop in my chest, and I practically gag.
She stands in the doorway with a very cheeky smile on her lips.
Slowly, she spins, blatantly messing with me.
The tight, short black dress she’s wearing with a low-cut neckline and a design that accentuates her perfect body in the most dangerous ways immediately has my cock throbbing. Thank fuck I’m sitting down.
“Is this what a proper Bratva wife would wear to dinner?” she muses, her voice sultry and divine.
I need to stand, to pull her chair out for her.
“It’ll do,” I say, sounding bored. I clear my throat and pick up my phone again, pretending to finish sending a text while she sits down opposite me.
“Mm. Next time I’ll have to try harder, by the looks of things.”
I glance up at her, but her eyes are glittering with mischief. She sees straight through my act.
I clear my throat loudly and set my phone down.
“You look gorgeous,” I say.
“Why, thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say,” she grins. This is some kind of power play, a mischievous jab at me for not letting her eat dinner in the kitchen.
The truth is, I just want to spend time with her. I don’t want to change her in any way. She doesn’t have to be some stereotypical version of a Bratva wife for me. She doesn’t have to be any stereotypical version of anything. I’m obsessed with her exactly as she is. Not a thing should change about her, not anything she doesn't want to change.
She stands up and leans over the table to reach for a plate, and in doing so gives me an eyeful of her cleavage. Dammit. She looks like she just stepped out of my fantasies and into the real world. How am I supposed to survive an entire dinner with her?
My cock is rock-hard beneath the table.
I need to change the subject before I drag her onto this table and have my way with her.My beautiful wife.
“Jeremey told me you like chow mein, so I asked him to make this.” I gesture over the food.
“He’s a brilliant chef. That burger he made yesterday was incredible,” she nods.
“Anything you want, Georgie, all you have to do is ask.”
“Well, in that case.” She pouts for a second, her eyes boring holes into mine. “I want to go back to university to attend my classes in person.”
I growl in disapproval. “No,” I say, too harshly.
“Why not?” she blurts out. “I need to study. I need to stay up to date with…”
“The online classes are more than efficient.”
“They’re not the same, Kristopher,” she huffs.
