Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“If I did, telling you would just make it easier for you to evade them.”
Which was as good as admitting they were there. She shrugged her sweater off one shoulder. “Are you watching me right now?”
“We don’t have time for games. Come to my office immediately.”
Oh, Dmitri, there is always time for games. Especially when she needed a little boost after the way things had fallen out last night. Keira tugged her sweater down a little further, exposing her breast. She hoped like hell that the house was as empty as it seemed, or she was in danger of making a fool of herself. Too late. The train has already left the station.
A strangled sound came down the line. “My. Office.”
“Mmm. I’m enjoying myself.” She let her head rest against the wall and used her free hand to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Pleasure sparked through her, the feeling only heightened by the knowledge that he was most definitely watching.
She left her breast exposed and inched her sweater up until she could undo the button of her jeans. “I’ll be up in a few.” She dragged the zipper down.
Dmitri cursed, sounding so fucking feral that she paused. He spoke slowly, his accent thick, clipping his words as if through gritted teeth. “If you’re going to touch your pussy, moya koroleva, I’m going to have to insist you come to my office, take off those pants, and spread yourself over my desk so I can appreciate it properly.”
The image slammed into her, stealing her breath. Of him sitting in that chair between her thighs, not touching her, not until she gave him permission, and her naked and arched back, stroking herself while he watched avidly. She tried to catch her breath, feeling like all the air had been sucked out of the room. “Sounds like a party.”
The silence stretched out, timed to the beat of her erratic heart. If she followed through on it… Playing with fire doesn’t begin to cover it. “Dmitri—”
“We have a situation.” He sounded more in control, though his tone was still ragged around the edges. “Come to my office immediately… please.”
It was still an order, please or no please, but he was obviously trying to make an effort. That didn’t mean jack shit to her… or it shouldn’t. I’m bored enough, I might as well see what he wants.
Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night.
She buttoned her jeans slowly and let her sweater drop back into place. “I’ll be right there.” Keira hung up before he could say anything else. She did her best not to think too hard about what she’d almost just done—what she still wanted to do. She filed away the information that Dmitri had cameras everywhere for later use. That had to be why he allowed her to wander without a muscly shadow at all times—and it also meant he was most likely watching her. She wanted to see his setup to be sure, but in the meantime, she wanted to know what he needed in his office.
Somehow, she imagined it wasn’t going to be as fun as what he’d threatened her with.
Dmitri wasn’t behind the desk when she walked through the door. He stood next to a man she vaguely recognized, speaking in low Russian. Note to self: learn Russian so they can’t talk about you when you’re standing here like a fool.
Yeah, going to get right on that.
The conversation ended, and the man walked out. Keira glanced around the office, but there was no convenient set of monitors to display where the cameras were in the house. Another thing to add to the list. She squared her shoulders. “You rang?”
“Da.” He looked her over and gave a short nod. “Come with me.”
She dogged his heels as he headed out and wove through the hallways to a part of the house she hadn’t made it to yet. “Where are we going?”
“Boston.”
She missed a step. “What? Are you taking me home?”
Dmitri spun around so fast, she almost ran right into him. He caught her shoulders, steadying her. Anchoring her. “Make no mistake, Keira, you are home. We are visiting your family for a short period of time and then driving back to New York.”
Ah, so it wasn’t a generous gift, then. This was business. She really needed to work on not seeing the best in Dmitri. It was glaringly obvious the longer she spent in this house that there was no best in the Russian. There was just cold calculation and a willingness to move pawns about his personal chessboard without concern for their feelings. They were only pawns, after all.
She waited to speak again until they were safely in the back of yet another town car and pulling out of his garage. “I’m assuming I have some party line you want me to toe.”