I suppressed the urge to keep her caged for the rest of the evening. It could be fun. Hmm. I took a minute to think, then decided against it. “Puss-I, one person exiting, don’t lock after her.” In a way, I told the girl, she was welcome back, though if she returned, she was in for a meet and greet the boss, not just meet. Greeting was different, namely in the way I’d let her choke on my dick.
At the exit, she turned, a small smile on her face. “It was nice meeting you.”
I laughed.
Her smile widened. Eyes downcast, she walked back to the pool. Puss-I slid the door closed, and my world dimmed again, but briefly, I’d enjoyed the bit of sun-kissed skin with freckles, the little moans of pleasure. I’d definitely enjoyed her obedience. For now, that would have to do.
Since she drank my second round, I sucked on whiskey-flavored ice from my first glass, then lit up the cigar. Through the smoke, I people watched, my gaze often returning to the girl. Her friends surrounded her, their mouths running, hers not so much. Now, she kept glancing toward my patio, even though she couldn’t see me.
Ivana’s heels clicked outside, and I leaned back as she neared. I told Puss-I to let her in. My cousin wore a tight red pencil dress that showed off her lithe figure and extended her already long legs. She’d pulled her platinum-blonde hair up in a perfect bun.
Sharp gray eyes on me, she entered. My gaze strayed toward the girl, who had paled, her mouth slightly open. I looked from my cousin to the girl and took a puff.
Ivana turned in the direction of my gaze. “Oh, please, those are kids.”
I snapped my head up. “What the fuck do you mean, kids?”
She sat beside me and squeezed my knee. “Notkidskids, but, you know, college girls.”
Relieved, I sighed.
She slid me a side-eye. “One of the Russians arrived.”
“Which one?”
“Maks.”
The Russian boss’s right hand. Interesting. “What does he want?”
“He won’t talk to me.”
I chuckled. When we were kids in high school, Ivana gutted Maks with a pencil, and our two families barely avoided conflict over it. While at odds with each other, all families and organizations had enough sense not to go to war. In this day and age, good and loyal people were hard to come by, and replacing them due to war casualties was in nobody’s interest. If I could make Ivana marry the Russian, I’d have already done it. But Ivana wasn’t for everyone, and guys like me weren’t for her.
The group of girls climbed out of the pool and walked toward the bar. Neven was handsome and chatty, which was why he bartended. Nothing quite like a friendly neighborhood bartender and a drunk. While appearing to have a friendly conversation, Neven scooped information out of people. Though that wasn’t why the girls gathered around now. He was easy on the eyes.
Ivana snapped her fingers in front of my face.
“I’ll meet him in my office.” I stood, and so did she. At the exit, she paused to pull down her pencil dress and fix her perfect bun. The girl, sitting at the bar now, watched Ivana’s movement, a hand under her chin. Our eyes met, and I winked at her.
Her middle finger extended.
I didn’t think she appreciated Ivana walking out and fixing her dress minutes after I’d eaten the girl’s pussy. I laughed at the girl’s gesture and continued toward my office, Ivana looking at me as if I’d lost my mind. Maybe I had. Or maybe it was age. Or maybe it was the sweet little pussy that left a pleasant taste on my tongue. I didn’t know which of those made me think about the girl longer than five minutes, but I was gonna find out.
Unfortunately, not tonight, because I had to deal with the Russian. Upstairs in my office, the Russian stood before my desk, conversing with Ivana’s brother, Ludi, who sat on the couch. Maks wore black jeans, a black polo shirt, and a smile. We greeted by kissing three times on the cheek, and he handed me abottle of liquid death, a rare brand of vodka I know cost a fortune and might kill a person as the liquid went down the throat.
“Happy birthday, Nikola,” he said.
I lifted the bottle. “You shouldn’t have.”
He laughed, and we stood by the window overlooking the pool.
“Big party,” he said.
“Too big.”
“Ivana.” He turned toward my cousin, who stood by the door. “Get me a drink.”
I pursed my lips. This would go well for him.
