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“You know what would look great on you right now?” he asks as he crosses his arms.
My eyes flutter and my jaw stiffens. “What?” I ask hesitantly, knowing he’s about to say something snide.
“That necklace you stole from me.”
I shake my head. “You left it in plain sight—anyone could have taken it. Might I also mention you gave it to me?”
His eyes challenge mine. “That necklace you’re wearing now? It’s made from the one you stole. I made it to fit you better.”
My hand lifts to the necklace around my neck. I fight the urge to process that it might have been a thoughtful gesture.
Rolling my eyes, I reach for the box of shoes Max brought over earlier. Yet another “gift” from Mikhail. My hands fall flat on the box.
“You know ... if you roll your eyes a little more, there’s a chance you’ll see the back of your head,” he says with a smug smile.
“I have a question for you.” I bite down on my lip. I want to laugh, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of making me smile.
“By all means, Sloane, ask away. I’m sure you have many of them.”
Look at that—he’s right for once. What a shocker.
“Can you pick one personality and stick with it? You’re giving me whiplash.”
His eyes widen, but in the smallest way—shock that would go unnoticed if I didn’t dissect every little thing about him. But I can’t help it. I’m curious. He ignores my question, which doesn’t shock me.
“I didn’t ask for the attitude.”
Reaching down on the bed for the shoes, I take them in my hands. “I know. It’s on the house,” I tell him with a bright, cheerful smile.
“Put your heels on,” he says in an irritated voice.
I drop them and slowly stand back upright, folding my arms across my chest and forcing a smile. “You know ... I was going to, but now I don’t want to.”
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m not doing anything,” I say.
His tongue rolls over his cheek as he walks toward me with purpose.“Bozhe, zhenshina. Ya hochu pocelavat tebya zamolchi.” God, woman. I want to kiss you to shut you up.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” I ask, looking up at him.
“I said put the shoes on.”
“Is that what that was?” I tease.
I’m able to talk to him without being worried. His words don’t scare me as much after what Max told me. He said Mikhail asks about me. I might be reading into that wrong, but I hope not.
“If you want the shoes on my feet, put them on,” I say as I grab them off the floor and hold them up for him to take.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” His jaw clenches while I hold back a smile. He looks good when he listens.
He takes the shoes from my hands and kneels to the ground. I look down at him as he takes my foot in his hands and let out a small giggle.
“What’s funny?” He slips my foot into the heel.
“I have you on your knees.”
He looks up at me through his dark brows with an expression that makes my knees weak.
