Get a grip! We don’t know who sent him.
I toss my hair, aiming for unruffled. “Don’t recall signing up for a private afterparty. You want to tell me what the hell I’m doing here?”
He smirks, eyes glinting with amusement. “Ah. No ‘thank you’ for saving your life? And here I thought we had a connection. I’m hurt.”
I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “Who says I needed saving? Maybe I had the situation perfectly under control.”
He takes a step closer, crowding into my space. “Oh, you certainly looked in control, passed out in a room with an assassin. Forgive me for not realizing you had it all handled.”
I tilt my chin up defiantly, refusing to be intimidated by his size. “I’m tougher than I look. It takes more than that to rattle me.”
His gaze drops to my tits, lingering on the way my crossed arms push up my cleavage.
I clear my throat pointedly. “Eyes up here, Big Boy.”
His lips twitch as he drags his eyes back up to mine. “Apologies. I got distracted by the view.”
I roll my eyes, even as a traitorous flush heats my cheeks.
Tilting his head back, he knocks back the liquid in his shot glass in one smooth motion.
I eye the way his Adam’s apple bobs after downing that shot.
Geez. If his swallowing is that sexy, what else can he do with that sexy mouth?
“I have some questions for you,krasotka.” He lifts my chin with one large finger, eyes boring into mine behind his mask. “Starting with who are you? And who are you working for?”
Oh, Mr. Big Dick Energy here thinks he’s the boss, huh?
I let him enjoy the moment and meet his gaze, even as that single finger sears my skin. “Sorry, must have missed the memo about this being an interrogation. Points for ambiance, though, I’ll give you that.”
I pointedly scan our lavish surroundings before returning to his infuriatingly attractive face. “As for the rest, well… I’mafraid that’s strictly need-to-know. And youdon’tneed to know,krasavchik.”
A smirk plays at the edges of his lips after my words, his partial mask doing little to hide the amusement—or was it approval?—in his expression. Even with half his face obscured, it’s clear he’s not your run-of-the-mill handsome; there’s something dangerously appealing about him.
“Your accent could use some work,” he remarks. “But points for effort.”
I lick my lips, “I’ll be sure to practice before our next little tête-à-tête. Wouldn’t want to butcher the mother tongue.”
Which Russian cunt gang does this bastard roll with?
His gaze rakes down my body, lingering on the long line of my legs before dragging back up to meet mine. “Oh, I can think of a few other tongues I’d like to see you practice,krasotka.”
Lord, have mercy on my dripping pussy.
I roll my eyes even as heat licks down my spine. “Down, boy. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
I push off the bed, the room spinning slightly as I find my feet.Damn, whatever they slipped me must’ve been strong.But I’ll be damned if I let this Mr. Big Dick Energy here see me wobble.
I sway toward him, red dress clinging to me. “Why don’t you be a gentleman,” I purr, trailing a finger down the front of his shirt, “and tell me your name?”
He catches my hand, engulfing it in his much larger one. The heat of his skin sears me even through the leather of his gloves. “Ladies first,krasotka. I insist.”
I tug half-heartedly at his grip, but it’s like trying to move a brick wall.
Christ, he’s strong.
A shiver skates over my flesh that has nothing to do with fear. “Well, if you insist… you can call meKatya.”
