Artur paused to stare down at Katie for a moment before walking out calmly.
And Grigori stood…staring down at the red thermal in his hand…then at the adjoining door, his mind somewhere not nice again from the look in his eye.
Daniil rolled his shoulders and crossed his arms. He spoke calmly to Grigori—still in Russian. Grigori flinched, his gaze going to his dad for a heartbeat before he stared down at the shirt and started answering him—also in Russian.
I whispered, “I need to get one of those Russian/English books.”
Katie nodded as she stared wide-eyed at Daniil. “He doesn’t look like any father I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes moved down his body. I scowled and elbowed her in the gut before walking over and blatantly pulling up Daniil’s pants that were starting to slip to dangerous levels. Daniil looked down at me, and for the barest heartbeat, his gaze flicked to Katie. His attention held amusement, but he kept talking to his son.
Even as he helped adjust his waistline to appropriate levels.
I let him move the gun.
Grigori spoke, and Daniil’s attention went to the shirt. He blinked. He hid a smile before he started speaking again. Grigori shook his head and tossed the shirt to me, stating in English, “You’ll put that back where you found it.” He then went to the dresser and shoved it back to its original starting point. Easily.
I stared. That thing was fucking heavy.
He opened the door, staring into her room before gesturing for me to enter. “Now. Exactly where she had it.”
“Grigori…” Daniil’s voice was a low growl. A warning to be nice.
Grigori flicked him an irritated glance but didn’t say anything else.
I ground my teeth together but placed the shirt back over her chair. I probably shouldn’t have taken it in the first place. That was what I got for acting on impulse.
Back into my room, Grigori shut the door and mine. But he didn’t lock it. “If you seriously think putting a dresser in front of a locked door will keep her out, you’re delusional.” He almost looked proud of her B&E skills.
Daniil growled something low in Russian.
Grigori clenched his jaw, but he stalked out of my room. My door slammed shut.
Daniil sighed, taking a hand off his hips and rubbed in the center of his bare chest.
The side of his pants he had released lowered.
I grabbed it, pulling it back up. I glared at his pants. Maybe I would splurge on my charge card and purchase a pair of pants for him that didn’t look so fucking sexy. Flannel maybe. Or cartoon characters. And ones that didn’t ride so damn low, showing everysexifiedpart of his body.
He chuckled softly, deep and slow.
“What is so damn funny about all of this?” I tried getting that side to stay, but it just kept falling back to fuck me level.
“Nothing,” he murmured, kissing the top of my head as I tried to get it to stay put one last time. I growled and gave up when it was obvious it was no use, going to my suitcase and pulling out a large yellow shirt I wore to bed sometimes. I tossed it to him.
He caught it, his lips twitching. “You want me to wear this?”
I crossed my arms, irritated. “What do you think?” I scowled at his chest. And then lower. “Put it on.”
I ignored his low snickering, watching as he put the shirt on. It had been huge on me but fit him perfectly. And covered everything that needed to be covered. I nodded, satisfied. “Better.” Now he wouldn’t be walking down the halls flashing everyone his fucking perfect body.
He was still chuckling, but he bent, his hands sliding over my hips. “If you don’t want me calling you Beth anymore, I’ll understand.”
Biting my lip, I mumbled, “No. I kinda like you doing it.” Yeah. I really did.
He kissed my neck. “Then I need to say goodnight…Beth. I have some unruly children to attend to.”
“They really didn’t do anything too bad.”
He nodded. “Yes, but they were still in here in the first place. And I need to deal with that.” Delicately, he kissed my lips, his warm and soft…and damn perfect…then turned toward Katie. He moved through the room while he asked her. “Are you single, Katie?”
