The Healing Touch - Apryl Baker Page 0,71
rented a car, but if you want to give me yours, I’ll take it.” Viktor turned his black eyes on Sara Jane, who blushed hard enough to make Dimitri snicker. She kicked him under the table. He only grinned wider. “We will need to sit down after your event and go over everything. I just wanted to meet you this morning. Anything that’s private,” he nodded toward Delia, “we can discuss then.”
“Thank you for doing this.” Sara pushed her food around on the plate. “I appreciate it. I’m at my wits’ end, and the stress is starting to get to me.”
“Don’t worry, ma’am.” Viktor smiled, his eyes still empty, but Dimitri knew him. He was just as enthralled with Sara as she was with him. “I’ll handle it. You’ll just have to agree to a few things.”
“Like what?”
“Like doing what you’re told when I tell you to do it. Your security has to take priority over everything. What I do, I don’t do lightly, and I expect you to do as you’re told.”
“Do as I’m told?”
Dimitri leaned back, enjoying the show. She went from in lust to irritated in about two-point-five seconds.
“I spent the last eight years doing as I’m told. No one has the right…”
Viktor put up a hand. “I’m not your husband. I’m here to ensure your safety, and I will with whatever means necessary.”
Sara’s lips thinned, and Dimitri was about to egg on the argument when his phone buzzed. He pulled it out to see a text from Becca.
Becca: WTH are you, asshole, and why didn’t you wake me up?
He laughed. Leave it to his woman to get pissed at him for letting her sleep in. She was a treasure.
“I will leave you both to hash out the details of your arrangement. Becca is up, and I need to go talk to her. I’ll see you guys later.”
He blew a kiss at Delia, grabbed Becca some food, and headed back to their room, smiling. He could just imagine the hell Sara Jane was going to give Viktor. The woman was a firecracker who’d had enough of being controlled. Unfortunately, to keep her safe, Viktor was going to have to control some of her movements. Which would piss her off more.
Another great book idea. He’d have to follow this budding relationship.
He heard the shower on when he came in. The bedding was on the floor, and her suitcase was open, the clothes thrown here and there around it. She’d been in a rush.
When the shower cut off a few minutes later, the hair dryer clicked on. He fought the urge to go in the bathroom because there would very likely be a repeat of last night. He’d promised no sex.
Fucking idiot.
Why the hell had he agreed to that?
His dick agreed with the sentiment. Just thinking about last night made him hard. This was not going to be easy.
“Do you often stand there stroking yourself, staring off into space?”
Becca’s soft words pulled him out of his memory. Sure enough, she was right. He had his hand on his dick. Fuck.
She laughed and strolled toward him, devilment in her eyes. He backed up. What was the minx up to? She stopped an inch from him, her face flushed from the heat of the shower. “I was thinking.”
“About what?” He adjusted himself and put his hands behind his back to keep from touching her.
“About this whole no seducing me thing.”
“You mean we can throw that whole two-week timeline out the window?” His dick twitched at the thought. Please fucking say yes.
“Nope, that’s non-negotiable.”
He groaned.
“But I was thinking.” She leaned into him. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”
“Other things?” His hands refused to be held quiet and pulled her close. “What sort of things?”
“Oh, you know, kissing, touching, making out, those kinds of things.”
“Those things lead to you being bent over the couch and fucked, Becca.”
“Nope, wrong again.” She batted her eyelashes at him much as the front desk attendant had earlier, only this time, it nearly brought him to his knees. “You need to learn you don’t always get what you want.”
“Oh, but that is where you’re wrong, sweetheart. I always get what I want.”
She only smiled and pushed away from him. “We’ll see.”
“You are driving me insane, woman.” He shook his hands, trying to make them forget the urge to pull her back and run them all over her body, making her as aroused as he was.
“Good.” She popped a piece of pineapple into her mouth. “Now, start