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Waking up beside Ivan is blissful agony. It feels so good with his legs entwined in mine. His rough hand grazing my stomach as his arm traps me beneath tribal ink. His breath fans my face and I steal a glance at the most beautiful man I have ever seen. He could star in every action movie I have ever seen, and I couldn’t desire him more. I’m not even embarrassed that he’s naked against my silk covered body. I like it, which makes me curious.
He stirs and my heart thumps as he opens one bright blue eye and grins, his lazy smile dragging my own shy one onto my face.
“This is better.”
I nod, suddenly shy for no apparent reason.
To my surprise, he regards me with a curious expression that makes my heart race, and his hand tightens against my thigh. I can’t help myself and inch even closer and his low groan of frustration matches what I’m thinking.
Then, to my extreme disappointment, he rolls to the side and exhales sharply. “We should dress. You need to eat, and pray this time it’s not with any unwelcome added ingredients.
The disappointment hits me hard as our cozy bubble bursts and lets reality in.
Sighing, I swing my legs to the side of the bed, not even caring that the robe falls off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of flesh that Ivan obviously doesn’t appreciate because he snaps, “For fuck’s sake, let’s see what clothes my friend has packed before I do something we’ll both regret. He stomps into the dressing room and returns with two black bags and chucks them onto the bed.
As I unzip one of them, I pull out a smart dress and some matching heels, loving how luxurious the material feels against my touch. “Your friend has good taste.”
I hold up the lacey lingerie and Ivan sucks in a breath, making me giggle at his tortured expression.
“Fuck! Now I’m stuck with an image of you wearing that as we head to whatever madness waits for us.”
He groans, and it makes me laugh and then he removes a black suit and a smart black silk shirt from his own bag, making my own mouth water. “A dangerous outfit for a dangerous man.” I say slyly, and he rolls his eyes.
“I’ve never heard a fucking suit described as dangerous before. You’re one screwed up woman.”
His chuckle makes me smile and I’m not sure what madness grips my reasoning, but I shrug and slip the robe from my body, not caring that I’m as naked as he is.
His low ‘fuck’ makes me shiver with delight as I reach for the silky vest and pull it over my head. The matching knickers, or panties, as he calls them, follow and I pointedly ignore the fact he is just standing watching as if in a trance.
After I shrug on the black dress, I step into the killer heels and marvel that they fit at all.
Ivan is still staring and the look in his eye should make me run for cover because it’s obvious what he wants.Me.
Sitting back on the bed, I say casually, “What are you waiting for?”
He turns abruptly and dresses in record speed, and now it’s my turn to stare in stunned surprise. He scrubs up well, and the savage is almost respectable as he becomes the man I know he is most of the time. Mafia, Bratva, it’s one and the same and this man exudes danger, which is like a love potion of the most devastating kind.
As he holds out his hand, my own finds it willingly, almost as if it was made to fit like Cinderella’s glass slipper and as we leave the most amazing and surprising room I have ever seen, two very different people step outside.
We help ourselves to the food in the small galley and I’m grateful to find fresh fruit and English muffins are in plentiful supply. There’s even a toaster and English butter and as I help myself, I make enough for the two of us along with a coffee for Ivan and my desired English tea. We dine at a table that could seat at least twelve and I gaze around me in wonder.
“Do people really live like this?”
“It appears they do.”
“Tell me about your friend.” I’m curious about the man who has rescued us from certain death, and Ivan shrugs. “We met at college and shared a house with three other guys. Malik is from Dubai and his father is the security advisor to the Sheikh. I almost think they print money in their many palaces because I have never known living like this.”
“Do you trust him?”
I’m curious about that and hope he can because if he’s in on this, we could be walking into an ambush anytime soon.
“With my life.”
Ivan looks determined about that and says in a low voice, “We are blood brothers. There were six of us who swore an oath on the last day of college. Paid for in blood.”
“Blood!” The horror must show on my face because he grins, and it’s as if the devil has entered the room.
“We cut our skin and signed our names in blood and that bond will never be broken.”
