Katya snapped her fingers. “Drat.”
The women giggled, including me.
“Gentlemen, you may proceed.”
The other men moved to their wives, but I had eyes only for Avit. He stalked toward me, his eyes locked on mine.
When he reached me, he leaned in, whispering, “Hey, angel.”
His hands slid around my waist as mine rested on his chest. Slowly, his hands slid down my lower back until they were on my ass. I bit back a moan. One hand dipped into my pocket and pulled out the paper. He pressed closer to me but didn't say anything, nor did he move.
“You saw it?” I asked, breathless.
“Yes.”
“But you’re not moving away.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, angel, I like having you in my arms.”
He kissed my cheek softly, then shifted to hook an arm around my waist as we all watched Vera and Jaroslav. He held one blue slip in his hand, the other hand caressing Vera’s face. Then he kissed her. One of those ‘I don't give a damn who’s looking’ kisses. Then he dragged Vera out the room, calling behind him, “Avit, guest bedroom?”
“Take the last one all the way to the back of the hallway!” Avit called playfully.
“Damn, good thing she’s already pregnant,” Pyotr joked.
“Now we just need something to mask the noise,” Katya said, turning up the radio, and laughter filled the room.
Avit turned to me. “I see your afternoon was well spent with the women.”
“It was. They're fun to be with.”
“But next time you ladies pull a stunt like this, I think you'll need an ambulance on standby.”
I giggled.
“I swore I saw my life flash before my eyes.”
“Would you have been mad if it were me?” I blurted out.
Before he could answer, my phone rang. I pulled it out.
“I have to take this. I'll be right back,” I said.
He was about to follow when Pyotr approached him. He shot me a weird look, then turned his attention to Avit. I slipped into the office and closed the door.
“What do you want?” I asked my father.
“Hey, sweet pea. How’s my favorite daughter doing?”
“Again…WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?”
I kept my voice low, careful of cameras in Avit’s office. I’d scrub my phone after the conversation. I didn't want Avit to get the wrong idea about why I couldn't take a call from my father in front of him.
“Have you given more thought to what I said at the café? Mr. Safin is loaded. I’m sure he wouldn’t bat an eye if you asked him for money.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to do that.”
“Sienna, do you really want to stay married to a killer? A man who couldn’t give you a proper wedding? A man who doesn’t love you?”
