“I didn’t… I didn’t expect you to show up in white,” he said, his brows low.
I didn’t care what he thought of my outfit, even if that stung a little.
“It’s purple too,” I said, running a hand down the silk. It was white with purple violets. “Go Veltar!”
But my excitement fell flat at his worried expression.
“Do you not like it?”I asked with an awkward echo of laughter.
“No,” he said quickly. “I love it. I just…”
“It’s probably the nicest thing you’ve seen me in?”
“You’d make a bin bag look like a ball gown.”
I couldn’t stop my blush for love or money.
This was my team for the rest of the year. Livie said she would pay me once the placement was done, but I was here for him until the end of the championship.
All of my friends were loved-up, happy, starting families, and… if my job was going to be about Zoltán, I might as well jump straight into the whole thing and enjoy it while it lasted.
But condoms.
And no emotional attachment.
Everly’s mantra rang in my head more often than my constant morning alarms.
“And as much as I love this dress on you—” He inhaled as he looked at my cleavage. “I can’t wait to tear it off when you sneak past my unlocked door.”
“Oh?” I asked and started to walk closer to the house, him hot on my heels. I kept my voice low, my words over my shoulder. We were in Hungary. The language wasn’t our secret anymore. “You wouldn’t need to tear it off, actually. Because this doesn’t really go with underwear.”
It was a maxi-dress and a humid day with little wind, so I’d been the daredevil I always wanted to be.
He stopped behind me.
“Something wrong?”
His lips parted as he stared at my ass. “No. Baszki.” Fuck.
Shrugging, I took his wrist and tugged him behind one of the brick pillars at the front of the house. I traced a light finger down his thick neck. “You could bend me over, and I’d be ready for you, Mr. Farkas. You wouldn’t have to strip me bare at all.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed under my touch. “Here? Now?”
“Want to know what I’m thinking?”
He nodded eagerly, still shaken. I wondered if he was capable of thoughts.
“You think I’m easy, don’t you, Zoltán Farkas?”
His eyes narrowed, but I didn’t give him the chance to confirm or deny.
“And tonight, whenyoucome crawling through my unlocked door, you’ll have such a night you’ll never forget it.Youwill beg. And if you want me again or if you want me to text you, you’ll have to take me on a very public date.”
Not a clifftop. Orhis bed.
He stepped me back into the pillar with a dark expression, brows low, fingers running gently down my forearm.
But I wasn’t scared — not because we were in public, but because it was him.
