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“Did he kick you out for the night ’cause he was in a pissy mood?” I question, with a bit of sass lacing my voice.
Ludvik slowly averts his eyes to me and snickers. “No, but now I realize why he’s in a pissy mood. It’s all making sense now. I take it he isn’t expecting you?”
“Nope, he isn’t, and he’s lucky I even showed up here. You gonna escort me up or what?” I pop a hand on my hip and wait for Ludvik.
He scoffs. “Certainly, Emily. I’m just here to do whatever it is you ask.” Ludvik and I don’t hate each other, but we don’t exactly get along, either. I think it’s because I’m opinionated, and I make sure everyone knows what I’m thinking. I leave no room for guessing, and there have been a few times when Lom and I have gotten a bit sassy with one another. Ludvik might’ve witnessed one or two of them, and I don’t think Ludvik appreciates how Lom folds. He only does it because he knows I’m right, and he’s been the royal asshole. He’s good at that, being an asshole.
Ludvik takes me o the elevator, and we go straight up to the hotel suite. The elevator doors open, and I walk into the suite, but Ludvik stays where he is. The next thing I know, the doors are shutting, and he’s going back down. I bet he doesn’t want to bear witness to whatever’s about to happen up here.
I walk down the hallway and stop right at the edge of the living area. Lom’s sitting on the couch with what looks to be a vodka on the rocks in one hand. He’s staring down at his phone and sighs. “Ludvik, I thought you were staying down in the lobby for a bit?”
“Ludvik is. He just brought me up so we could have a chat about tonight,” I smirk at him, and it looks like Lom’s going to break his neck by how quickly he looks at me.
“What are you doing here?” The question itself might be rude, but there’s no sense of rudeness in his tone.
“I thought we should have a conversation, especially since you so blatantly called me something that belongs to you.” I do my best not to let my voice rise or fall with emotion, but near the end, I can’t help but have a shitty attitude about it all.
Lom finishes off the rest of his vodka and places the glass on the coffee table in front of him. “What of it, Emily?” he grumbles, rising to his feet. His white dress shirt has a few buttons open, and his sleeves are drawn up to his elbows.
“What of it? Are you serious right now?” I snap at him, and every bit of rage within me rises faster than it ever has before.
“Upryamaya mysh.” Lom shakes his head. I have no idea what he just called me, but I doubt it’s anything good. “Whether you understand it yet or not, you are mine.”
My heart swells and sinks at the same time. Lom and I haven’t had a conversation like this yet. We haven’t said what we are or what we aren’t. Instead, we’ve been tiptoeing around the subject.
“Lom.” My tone gives him a warning, but he doesn’t say a damn thing. At least, not yet.
“You are mine, Emily.”
I shake my head, dumbfounded by his words. “I’m not. We haven’t discussed this, and I am not something you can just claim. I’m a person, Lom. I’m a fucking person!” I cross the distance between us, and he opens his arms, but I have no plans of running into his arms like something out of a romantic movie. I shove him in his chest as hard as I can, and he stumbles a couple of feet backward.
“I am a person. I am someone who deserves a say in this and who deserves to be trusted and treated with respect when she’s having a drink with someone from work.”
Lom scoffs under his breath and glares at me with fury in his eyes. “What do you think was going through my mind when I saw you with him? Hmm?” His accent grows thicker with every word, and for a minute, I think he’s turning me on.
“I don’t know what you would’ve been thinking because you’ve never given me the slightest indication you wanted more with me. You seemed so happy with sex and dinner or sex and movies,” I point out, and Lom jolts at my words.
He clenches his teeth and breathes a few times before saying anything, then finally speaks up. “I want to be more than the man you have sex with, upryamaya mysh. I want to be more than that because, in my eyes, you’re more than the woman I sleep with. You are important to me, whether you realize it or not. Seeing you with another man messed with me.”
“I was with a gay man, Lom. He’s of no threat to you.”
“He didn’t look gay, Emily.”
I can’t refrain from rolling my eyes. “Oh, so there’s a way people are supposed to ‘look’i f they’re gay? I must’ve missed that somewhere. By the way, the green-eyed monster doesn’t look good on you, Mr. Jealous.”
“I’m not jealous,” Lom tells me, but that’s crap.
“Bullshit, and I work with men every single day. I was even offered a position at the company, which I accepted, so I’ll be working with men every single day, Lom. You’re going to have to deal with it.”
Lom’s nostrils flare, and he takes a couple of steps closer to me. “I’ve grown attached to you, Emily,” he tells me as he brushes a stray hair behind my ear. “Over the time we’ve spent together these last few months, I should’ve known it would happen one day.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What are you saying?”
Lom takes another step closer to me until his chest is pressing against mine. “It means I want to give this a real, authentic shot.” Before I can say anything, Lom’s crushing his lips down onto mine. He kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever felt from him, and it’s as if this kiss is his way of convincing me he means business. He doesn’t want to let me go.
He flutters his lips against mine and pushes his tongue past my teeth until his tongue is dancing with my own. Butterflies soar in my stomach, and I’m practically melting for him. He stops kissing me for a minute and stares deep into my eyes. His eyes are a deep chocolate, but they shine so brightly in the light right now. He’s searching my eyes for some sort of answer, but he won’t find an answer there. “I want you to be mine, Emily. Be my woman. Be my girlfriend. Be the one thing I’ve wanted you to be but was too stubborn to ask of you.” He crushes his lips back down on mine, and it practically steals the very breath from my lungs.
His hands skim around the back of my dress until he finds my zipper and pulls it down. I’m not even mad about where we’re heading right now because I know this sex is going to be fucking amazing. I fumble with his buttons, unbuttoning the rest of them, and undo his belt. Within a minute, we’re both standing in front of each other in nothing but our underwear.
