Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I’m not a little girl,” I said.
His smile shifted, tender and hot all at once.
“I know.”
Something passed between us. Something intimate, warm, and full of promise. I shivered and wrapped my arms around myself.
“Cold?”
I shook my head, still feeling a bit put out by his ‘little girl’ comment. But he was right, I realized as I looked around. There were children everywhere, looking up with the same sense of wonder.
“Shall we walk back to the hotel to change for dinner? Or shall we walk?”
“Walk,” I said, not wanting the day to be over. “Definitely walk.”
He held out his hand and I put mine in his without a moment’s hesitation.
Chapter 27
Anton
“Ihad something laid out for you to wear tonight.”
“Do I have a choice?” Mishka asked, giving me an arch look. There was that fiery spirit of hers. I hoped she never lost it. I also hoped she wore the dress I had selected. I could not wait to see her wear it, and show her off. She turned heads in anything she wore, but in this outfit… I had no doubt jaws would drop and traffic would stop. She was just that beautiful.
So yes, I wanted her to wear the dress. And hopefully she would allow me to remove it from her after dinner. I would unzip it slowly, then let it pool around her slender ankles. I wanted to see the bare skin of her back, and her gorgeous body in luxurious lingerie…
Get a hold of yourself, Anton. One thing at a time. First, you need her to actually put the damned dress on!
“Yes, of course. If you have something that you want to wear. This is a business dinner,” I added, hoping that would make her more amenable.
“Are you sure you want me there? To hear your business?”
“Yes, Mishka, I want you there. I trust you.”
She blinked at me, then nodded.
“I am not sure how much I want to know,” she said, trailing off.
“I promise, you won’t hear anything that won’t be common knowledge within a day or two at most. This is all above board.”
“Oh,” she said, her cheeks turning pink. I knew what she had been thinking. She was thinking about the fact that I was one of most notorious criminals in the world.
For the first time in my life, I reconsidered my path. I didn’t want to expose her to anything unsavory. I wanted to impress her. I wanted her to be proud of me.
Fuck. Me.
I glanced at my watch, feeling the need to retreat.
“Be ready in forty-five minutes.”
She blinked. I had changed from lover to boss in an instant. I wanted to soften my words, to snatch them back. But I didn’t.
She nodded and I nodded back. Then I turned on my heel to go into the master suite. I grabbed a bottle of vodka on the way, and a glass with a big chunk of ice.
I needed a drink.
Chapter 28
Mishka
Istared at the bright deep pink dress laying on the bed. It wasn’t the most daring Anton had bought for me, but it was the most eye catching. It had a subtle animal print in a darker print, that was not screaming retro 89’s, as much as you would expect it to. It sounded like it should be tacky, but it wasn’t. It was actually exquisite.
The cut, however, was sexier than anything I had ever worn in my entire life. Not because it was low cut or short. It was neither. It had a simple crew neck, long sleeves, and fell to my ankles.
I would be showing almost no skin at all.
But every inch of my curves.
The dress clung to me in a way that was beyond provocative. It was nearly indecent. Or I thought so. But it was completely lady like at the same time.
I reached down to touch the lace underthings that had also been selected for me. I could not imagine that they would support my curves or bottom in any significant way, but maybe that was the point. I blushed at the thought of being so on display for my boss.
For anyone, really. But especially for him. I could imagine his eyes drifting lazily over me, a sexy smile appearing on his masculine face.
There were shoes as well. Black satin heels. Much higher and far less supportive looking than my work shoes. I did remember trying them on, though. They had been far more comfortable than they looked.
I stiffed a yawn. It had been a long day. I wasn’t sure how I was expected to make it through dinner.
As if magic, I smelled coffee. A soft knock on the door followed a moment later. I was freshly showered and wrapped in a plush hotel robe.
I peeked out the door. Anton stood there, looking disarmingly sexy. He was half dressed, with his shirt partially unbuttoned and his hair damp and tousled. A lock fell across his forehead, making him look boyishly handsome.