Page 63 of The Bratva's Nanny
She smiled, her eyes sparkling. “I happen to know the person in charge of the special VIP pass, and, you know me, I couldn't resist the opportunity to see the fancy dresses and suits up close.”
We laughed and immediately launched into catching up on each other's lives.
Since high school, she’d always been the social butterfly, more proactive and outgoing than the rest of us. Her ability to combine academics with a bustling life had always been a mystery.
As we talked, I couldn't help but notice that I didn’t feel very nostalgic, like I’d made peace and accepted the version my life had become. But even as I laughed and reminisced with her, I felt a prickling sensation on the back of my neck.
I turned, and my eyes locked onto his piercing gaze, his eyes fixed on me even as he continued to talk to his brother and someone else I didn’t recognize.
A delicious shiver ran down my spine, his intensity palpable even from across the room. It was as if he could see right through me, into the depths of my soul.
I turned back to Madelyn, my heart racing and pounding as I wondered what ran through his mind. Did he feel as hot as I did right now? Was there an uncontrollable feeling to be near me as much as I wanted to be close to him?
Crazy imagination, Maria.
He was clearly talking about business and nothing more. And if he watched me, that was clearly his method of being vigilant.
I pushed the thoughts aside, focused on the present moment, and faced Madelyn, beaming hard enough to hinder her from seeing my disappointment. “What do you say, friend, drinks?”
***
“Old McDonald had a farm…eyah, eyah, yooo….”
“And on the farm, he had a…uh, he had a man…eyah, eyah, yooo.”
He chuckled from the driver’s seat, and I’d never heard a sound sexier.
When I was sure I didn’t remember the following lyrics of the nursery song, I shuffled on my seat and faced him. He didn’t look at me as I expected him to. Then, again, he was driving.
I hiccupped. “Where’s Lev?”
“On official assignment,” he answered in a heartbeat. His jaw was clenched, eyes hard, and lips set in that sexy, sexy grim line.
“Okay. We’re alone, then.” I fanned my cheeks. “I’m hot in here. Are you hot?”
“No.”
I shuffled again so I was seated on my side, enjoying the full view of him on the wheels. He was so beautiful that it almost hurt to watch. “Roman?”
“Yes, Maria?”
“I think you have the most kissable lips on planet Earth.”
His jaw clenched, and then, he spared me the quickest glimpse. “You’re drunk.”
Abruptly, I busted into a fit of giggles and reached behind my dress. When I found the slim zip, I tugged it down, the dry sound sparking more tension in the silence between us.
“No, I’m not. I’m not drunk.”
He sighed. “Yes, you are. You’re intoxicated. I told you not to have any more drinks.”
My lips formed a pout. “Hey, you’re not the boss of me.” I giggled again. “But then again, you are, aren’t you? You’re my boss. My boss,” I repeated more slowly and whimpered, “All mine. The man on Old McDonald’s farm, with the most beautiful eyes, most beautiful body….”
I bit my lips, instantly feeling all the sensitive parts of my skin come alive. My nipples turned to hard pebbles in my bra, and I suddenly wanted his mouth on them.
“The most satisfying dick. The only man I know who fucks right.”
His jaw was clamped down so hard that I thought his teeth would shatter. His fingers tightened on the wheel until his knuckles turned white.