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Clearing her mind got her nowhere but more confused, so she focused on Mr. Angry Eyes. It surprised her that steam didn’t come out of his ears “Dmitri, I apologize for leaving your house like I did. It was wrong of me.”
“That sounds better.” His chin dipped, eyes coming in direct line with hers. “Explain why you took your warm body from my bed.”
The distance between them seemed to have evaporated, and her awareness of his closeness swept across her so fast that her breath caught. Funny things happened low in her belly. Strange things, considering she shouldn’t be aroused now.
“I . . .” She hesitated, wondering how honest to be with him.
She’d already been way too truthful, exactly what had landed her in this totally uncomfortable position. But his stern look told her to hurry the heck up and be honest about it, so on a quick breath, she said, “I thought you’d be relieved.”
His head tilted in his examining way, normally sexy. Now it only made her feel cornered. “Do I look relieved?”
She nibbled her lip, trying her best not to flinch away from the power he clearly had kept restrained. “No.”
“Smart answer.”
Another long awkward pause followed, and she had trouble holding his eye contact. Powerful Dmitri intimidated and excited the hell out of her. It was becoming all too obvious why this man held a job of power. He made her feel like a mouse, not hunted by a cat but by a big growly lion. “I’m sorry I got all emotional last night. Thank you for taking care of me, but I honestly thought you’d rather I be gone by morning.”
His jaw clenched. “If your reasons for leaving me last night were because you didn’t want to stay, this conversation would go differently.” His eyes flared, sending a deep flutter into her belly. “Since you have taken it upon yourself to decide what I want and think, then you should be well aware of the lesson you have coming, to never assume anything for me, considering your judgment is off.”
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dge, feeling slightly irritated, and before she could stop herself, she heard herself snap, “My judgment—”
“Come again?”
She sighed, exasperated at the growly man, yet somehow knowing he was right. “Fine. I shouldn’t have thought for you.” His showing up was enough of an indicator that she judged him wrong. “It seems you wanted me to stay.”
“Better.” He leaned away slightly but still crowded her with an impressive authority that she hated and liked at the same time. “Seeing that today is Sunday and the dungeon is closed tonight, I can’t deal with this situation now.”
From the tightness around his mouth, she got the distinct impression that it irritated him to wait. While part of her wanted to ask for clarification, the other part of her knew better than to interrupt.
“Next Friday, I expect you at the dungeon at eight o’clock, and you will wear a short skirt.” His gaze burned into her, almost in a dare to question him. “By short, I do mean expose-your-ass-cheeks short; a sexy shirt that will please me—with no bra; and leave your panties off.”
“What?” she gasped.
His eyes flared with his dominance, and her further protest died. He shifted in next to her, shielding her body from the street, and without a hitch in his movements, he placed his hand between her thighs.
As his fingers expertly stroked her on the outside of her scrubs, her eyes fluttered closed. She liked how he took what he wanted when he wanted. The way he touched her with no care that they stood in a public place made her burn with a fevered pitch.
His hand squeezed in a demand for her attention, and she snapped her eyes open on a gasp. Dmitri gave her that delicious half-smile, most of the anger gone from his gaze, replaced by a different kind of heat.
“I’ve made an appointment for you to go to the spa next Friday afternoon at two o’clock.” With his free hand, while the other still squeezed her mound, he reached into his back pocket then held up a business card. “Cora told me you have Friday off, so that will work with your schedule.” He slid the card under the V-neck of her shirt and into her cleavage.
She blinked, trying to get her thoughts off the swirling heat between her thighs and into the conversation. Once she managed that feat, she realized what he’d said. “You did what?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve arranged for you to have fancy lady things done to you to treat the body I shall play with.”
Not like she’d refuse a spa day, but he didn’t need to do that. Besides, it didn’t make any sense. Why would he give her a gift if he were irritated that she had left him last night? “But—”
Once again, that stern eyebrow arched. “Doll, you’re in enough trouble as it is. It would be wise to stop talking.”
Under his fierce stare, she ate back the rest of her objections, and at her silence, he inclined his head. “Good decision.”
He released the tight hold between her thighs and now worked her clit with incredible circles of his palm. The side of his mouth curved at the hitch of her breath, then he brushed his nose along her jaw, inhaling deeply as he slid his nose all the way down her neck.
His tongue snaked out and licked the sweet spot on her neck, and her knees weakened. She gasped and he stole the sound by sealing his mouth over hers. Long, slow strokes of his tongue clashed with hers, and when she moaned, he deepened the kiss. Not a one-night-stand type of kiss but emotion-packed, which didn’t resemble his kisses from last night. Each press of his lips against hers and tangle of his tongue became more heated, and her body erupted into flames under the intensity.
By the time he broke the kiss, the wall was the only thing holding her up as heady arousal burned through her blood, and Dmitri grinned in his wicked way. “There’s that look I like on you, doll.”
