Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Who’s Giovanni?”
“Giovanni Romano. From Argent Tech.”
Millie raised her eyebrows. “That’s serious tech guy. But kind of out there for MC to be asking favors.”
Shadow grinned. “Yeah. We ain’t no ordinary MCs, babe. And our friends are more than a little connected.”
Millie scowled. “I’m not your babe. You wanted my help? Here I am. But don’t make mistake of thinking I’m your friend. Once we have Katya safely out of Victor’s reach, I’m gone.”
“Yeah?” Shadow raised his eyebrows. “Keep your options open. We might have a place for you either at Bones or Salvation’s Bane. Hell, Cain might offer you a position in ExFil. Most of the patched members work for him.”
“Who says I’m interested? I’ve heard of ExFil. Word has it they are best of best. Elite soldiers. I work alone. Not with team.”
“Yet, here you are.” The infuriating bastard had the audacity to chuckle. “You do realize we’ll be doing this as a team. Right?”
She stood abruptly. Instead of standing with her, as most men would have, he just continued to squat in front of her. The bastard was nearly as tall squatting as she was standing up. He just looked up at her in amusement. Which infuriated her.
“There’s something wrong with you,” she muttered. “Big bastard.” Then she turned and marched over to her bag. “I need to wash blood and sweat off. Change clothes. Where’s fucking bathroom?”
Shadow pointed to a narrow door. “It ain’t too big. You’re just a little thing. You can probably close the door when you’re inside. Might still need to back in. There’s a sink, though.”
“Blyad,” she swore. “Can you not do anything easy way, Ulyana? I mean, is it too much to ask to shit in private?”
“I didn’t choose plane,” Venus said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she continued to study her laptop screen. “Quit whining and do your business. Or you can hold it until we land.”
Millie grabbed a towel from her bag and stomped off to the bathroom. It was, indeed, just as tiny as Shadow had predicted. And, no, she couldn’t shut the door and sit on the toilet without spreading her knees wide. The door opened outward but left no room for anything other than the toilet.
Leaving the door open, she stripped down to her underwear and sports bra. The water was cold -- no hot water, naturally -- but at least there was some. With hurried movements, she washed the sweat and blood off her body. Her hands were a little beat up, but nothing a little acetaminophen and ibuprofen wouldn’t help. She rinsed the towel before going back to her bag.
Millie wasn’t a prude or anything, but she didn’t generally go around changing clothes to the skin in public. In this case, though, she didn’t have a choice. If Shadow got offended, fuck him.
She glanced behind her once before stripping off her bra and wiping her breasts with the wet towel, then donned a clean bra before doing the same with her underwear. She gave herself a cursory wash front and back before slipping into more boxer briefs. Not sexy, but she wasn’t trying to impress anyone, and they were decidedly more comfortable than a fucking thong.
“I coulda found you a more private place if you’d just given me a minute.” Shadow was standing behind her. Millie whipped her head around to find him a couple feet away, his arms crossed over his wide, muscular chest. The T-shirt he wore looked like it was a couple sizes too small, but he was so big, she wondered if they even made shirts closer to his size. His forearms and biceps bulged with every movement of his arms, and she could only imagine what that freakishly large chest looked like, to say nothing of his abdomen. Hell, he probably had a fucking eight-pack. A quick glance showed that, yes, he was hard.
She scowled at him. “Not here for your viewing pleasure.” Though, yeah. It gave her a thrill that a man as powerful and strong and good-looking at Shadow found her attractive. Then again, it was her and Venus on this plane with him. He had very little to choose from. Given that he and Venus were at least affiliated with the same club, he probably considered her off-limits. Which made Millie his only choice.
“Fully aware of that. Which is why I’d intended on hanging a tarp for you. There’s hooks to secure cargo on the walls, so it would have been an easy thing.” He shrugged. “You got in a hurry and started before I found a tarp.” He grinned. “But the view was very pleasurable.” So was the deep rumble voice of his. Not that she was going to point that out.
“Well, say something next time,” she snapped.
“Not if it gets me views like that. You have a beautiful body, Millie. Ain’t gonna pretend you don’t, or that I wasn’t lookin’.”