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“Aleksei said your friend managed to get you both in tonight. She told him that you really wanted to see me fight. Why?”
I eye her tiny dress and the heels she’s wearing. “You are really into boxing?” I ask with a smirk.
She lifts her chin at me, refusing to back down, and the sight of it has my cock growing painfully hard.
“I saw a leaked video of you fighting. I don’t know,” she says with a small shrug. “I just really wanted to see it live, I guess.”
“Are you sure that is all you wanted?”
A red blush creeps up her cheeks, but she makes no move to touch me. I’ve seen enough boxing whores to know she’s not one of them. But what if she’s one in the making, hoping to get her start with me? I’ve seen women get passed around from boxer to boxer. They all had to start somewhere. I never was good at sharing, though, so I stay the hell away from them.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she finally says. Her voice is more of a whisper now, and I like the sound of it more than I should.
“You don’t?” I ask.
Even in her heels, I tower over her, having to lean down even more so our faces are almost touching. She sucks in a breath, and I have to resist the urge to lick her full, bottom lip.
“You would not be first woman hungry for my Russian cock.”
Her shocked look makes me laugh. It’s a mix of righteous indignation, pure anger, and also desire, because she definitely wants my cock.
“I’m not some boxing whore,” she says, reaching up to grab my forearms, trying her damnedest to move me. It’s cute the way she thinks she can overpower me, and I can’t help but smile at her attempts.
When I realize how close I am to kissing her, I say, “I think it is time you left, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl.”
She’s trying to sound angry as she presses against my arms again. All I can think about is picking her up and fucking her against the wall.
Yeah, she definitely needs to go.
Giving up, she drops her arms with a huff. “I’m nineteen,” she says, glaring at me.
Damn, I like her spunk.
“Still little to me.”
I step back and open the door. Anton is leaning against the wall, waiting. I watch as he eyes Gina in her tight little dress. Anger rushes over me, but I bite it back.
In Russian I say, “Take her home and text me the address.” Before turning to Gina, I add, “Don’t fucking touch her.” He gives me a surprised look but wisely keeps his mouth shut. I usually let them fuck whoever they want, or at least try to, but I don’t want him trying anything with Gina.
Turning to her, I say, “All right, Belova, Anton will make sure you get home safely.”
“It’s Belov.”
“You are a woman. In my country, it would be Belova.”
“But we’re in America.”
“It is still Belova to me,” I say, stepping back and opening the door wider.
She looks up at me as if waiting for me to say more. When I don’t, her whole demeanor seems to fall. I’m surprised by how much it bothers me, but I’m not doing either one of us any favors by pretending anything could possibly happen between us. Her dad is the goddamn chief of police, and he has a serious grudge against me. I imagine fucking his daughter wouldn’t help that situation.
Without saying another word to me, she squares her shoulders and walks out the door, following Anton down the stairs and out of my life. It’s for the best, I tell myself. I still watch her tight little ass until it disappears from sight, though.
Yanking off the damn towel I’m still wearing, I toss it aside and go in search of Aleksei. I find him in the boxing club’s office. He and Nikolai are already sitting and waiting for me with glasses of vodka in hand. I take the one offered and toss it back, hoping it will calm me or at least get my dick to relax a bit.
Nikolai’s dark eyes look as unfriendly as ever, but I’ve known him since we were kids, and I know it’s a mask he wears that he rarely ever takes off. I’m not sure he even knows how to anymore. I learned long ago to never play poker with him.
