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If by ‘there’ you mean a mix of open hostility and apathy from my part.
When she looked disappointed, I added, “It’s a good thing you brought her here.”
Her face brightened. “You think so?”
As expected, I’d scored some points with that remark. “Of course.” The senator would be frantic not knowing his daughter’s whereabouts since he wouldn’t be able to use her in his campaign anymore. It wasn’t like he could go around advertising that he’d lost his daughter. That would make him appear weak and incompetent.
Katya pressed a kiss on my cheek. “I knew you would like her once you got to know her.”
I didn’t like Evie, let alone know her. What I did like were Katya’s breasts pressed against my chest. I also knew I wanted to taste them, right fucking now.
“How about you go lock the door,” I told her, right after I pulled her tank top off over her head.
She blushed. “You want to do it here? Right now?”
Sometimes I forgot that my brash and brazen wife was practically a virgin. She didn’t have much experience outside of the actual bedroom.
“Here and now.” I gently shoved her off of me and took off my shirt.
Her eyes lit up, smoldering with lust. When she turned around toward the door, I slapped her butt. She yelped, and threw a scorching look over her shoulder.
Oh yeah, I was going to fuck her into the damn carpet.
17.
KATYA
The next morning I woke up in our bed to the sound of a light snore in my ear. The sound was a staccato, interrupted by a wheeze. I looked up from Kristoff’s chest where my head lay and noticed his body felt a little more warm than usual.
His face was half-hidden by gray fluff. What baffled me wasn’t the fact that Caesar was lying on his face, but that he hadn’t awoken Kristoff. My guy, though he would never admit it, wasn’t the biggest fan of the kitten. The two of them usually avoided each other. Casa Romanov wasn’t big enough for two kingpins.
I shooed Caesar away and he raised his tail in annoyance, after which he jumped off the bed. I put a hand on Kristoff’s face. As expected, it seemed a bit hot and clammy. Usually he woke up before me, which was another indicator that something was off.
I stepped out of bed, took a quick shower, and got dressed. Kristoff was still snoring away, and his wheeze had increased in volume. Poor thing. I pulled the comforter farther up his chest, and at the same time he startled awake.
He blinked. “What time is it?” He frowned as he took in my blue jumpsuit. “Why are you already dressed?” Even his voice was hoarse.
“Almost nine.”
“Nine?” He pushed himself off the bed, coughed, and dropped back onto the edge of the mattress.
“It sounds like you’re coming down with something.”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t get sick.”
Right. “Because kingpins can’t get the flu?”
He grunted. Then he pushed himself back up and ventured into the master bathroom.
I sighed. God forbid he should acknowledge that he was just as human as the rest of us.
I went downstairs into the kitchen, where Olga had already prepared breakfast. My mouth watered when I spotted the fresh croissants.
“Kristoff’s sick,” I said.
She stopped the plating. “Kristoff’s never sick.”
I groaned. “That’s what he said, but he feels a bit too hot to me.”
