“So I’m just supposed to stay home while you go into enemy territory?”
“They aren’t enemies,” he protested.
“I hope not.”
“Come on. Let me take you home.”
For the second time that afternoon, I was overwhelmed with the thoughts of a Bratva boyfriend.
CHAPTER THIRTY: SARAH
As I fought with the zipper on my dress, my phone buzzed. I knew it was Maksim telling me he was here to pick me up. “Oomph,” I muttered as I finally slid the zipper home. Of course it wanted to get stuck at my boobs and make me be a contortionist to get it zipped.
After grabbing my phone, I sent Maksim a quick text to let him know I was on my way down. Although butterflies bounced around in my stomach, I was ridiculously excited to be going out on a real date with Maksim. While we might’ve had dinner outtogether, this was a whole new level–a night on the town with a risqué black dress for me and new heels.
When I came out of the elevator, Maksim was waiting for me. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He had a white shirt and coal grey pants on. While that part was mildly alluring, it was the fact the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up the elbows, showing off his arm porn. Those veiny forearms with their colorful ink would be my undoing.
As I walked over to him, his hungry gaze roamed over my body. If eye-fucking was an Olympic sport, Maksim would bring home the gold. When I reached him, he didn’t say hello. Instead, he grabbed me by the waist and jerked me against him.
“Hello to you, too,” I murmured breathlessly.
His mouth crashed against mine. His lips moved relentlessly against my own. Just when I feared I would lose consciousness from the sensory overload, he pulled away.
As his nose trailed up my jugular, he growled, “You look g-good enough to eat.”
“I guess the dress is a hit, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
When I realized people were staring, I quickly extricated myself from his embrace. “Come on. I don’t want to make your brothers and partners hate me for making you late.”
With a reluctant grunt, Maksim moved his body away from mine. I couldn’t help feeling his loss. But I knew if we didn’t get a hold of ourselves, we were going to fuck right there in the middle of the lobby, and I really didn’t want to have to find a new place to live.
Taking my hand in his, Maksim started leading me outside. As usual, a blacked out SUV waited for us. Once we got inside, I turned to Maksim. “You haven’t told me a lot about this club you’re building.”
“It’s going to b-be your average club with a few upgrades.”
“What kind of upgrades?”
He wagged his brows. “Naughty ones.”
“Oh,” I murmured.
Maksim eyed me curiously. “Does that b-bother you?”
“Seriously? You know I attended primal play hunts.”
“Then why the judgey response?”
I rolled my eyes. “I see even Russian men can be as dense as American men.”
“Maybe b-because I’m Russian-American.”
Turning in my seat to face him, I said, “Maybe I don’t like the thought of my boyfriend being constantly surrounded by beautiful women in a sexually fueled environment.”
Heat flared in his dark eyes. “You’re jealous?”
“Of course I am.”
