Right. Because hiring the woman who just had her hand wrapped around my cock is the definition of professional.
I grit my teeth and guide her up, my hand resting against the small of her back, and even that simple touch sends a jolt straight to my spine.
If I don’t get control of this, I’ll ruin the only good thing that’s ever stumbled into my life. And Lev will be the one to suffer for it.
The second we step into the foyer, Sloane's gaze sweeps over the large crystal chandelier, then to the paintings along the walls, the ones I paid too much for because the decorator said they brought “texture and contrast.” I don’t even know what they are. Just shapes and splatters and whatever the hell rich people are supposed to like.
But watching her take it all in like it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen…fuck, it makes it worth it.
Two of my men approach, nodding in greeting as they move out the front door for their shift.
“Why do you have guards everywhere?” she asks, turning toward me.
I shrug. “For protection.”
She tilts her head. “Protection from what?”
“Depends on the week.” My grin widens, but she doesn’t return it.
Her brow furrows. “What do you do for a living, exactly?”
“A little bit of this and that.” I tilt my head, watching her try to decide whether to ask more.
But she doesn’t. Umniya malyshka.Smart girl.
“Want to take off your shoes and relax?”
“Uh, yeah, but I won’t be staying long,” she blurts, a little too fast. “Hopefully Mandy will be done soon.”
“You can stay as long as you want.” I edge in closer. “You’re welcome to spend the night if you’d like. I have more bedrooms than I know what to do with. You can even borrow one of my shirts.”
She goes red instantly, tripping over her own feet like I just said something filthy. I bite back a laugh and move into her space, letting the distance between us dissolve. She retreats until her back hits the wall, and to have her cornered and at my mercy… The dirty things that spring to my head would have her face lit up in flames.
What would she do if I took her to our club, Rzvrt? Would she let me touch her? Let me tie her up to the ceiling and fuck her until her skin turned pink, flushed from the way I take her?
My knuckles brush her cheek, and she lets out a soft sound that barely escapes her lips. It’s quiet, almost nothing, but it shatters me. I shouldn’t be thinking about how good she’d feel underneath me, how easily I could make her whimper again.
Then her hand lifts, tentative at first, until her fingers thread into my hair.
I suck in a breath, my head dipping into the touch like I need it to survive.
Her fingers trace the ink that climbs my neck, curling over the side of my head and gliding up past my temple. A low, guttural growl escapes me, and when she starts to pull away, I wrap my hand around her wrist, holding her there.
“Keep doing that.”
Her eyes flick to mine.
“You like it?” she asks, quiet, unsure.
That voice alone makes my body tighten. Sweet. Innocent. Completely unaware of the effect she has on me.
“Da.” I lean in closer. “It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman to touch me like this.”
The words slip out before I can stop them. Pizdets.Fuck.
She sucks in a breath. “Really?”
I let out a low laugh, nodding once. “Yes, Sloane. Really.”
