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“Thank you, sir. You want me to go over it with you?”
“How about you come by the house and we’ll do it in person?”
I’m well aware of the prestige it imparts having the boss invite you to his house to go over business. I can practically hear the grin on Dominic’s face.
“Absolutely, Mr. Genovese. When?”
“How far away are you?”
I really could spend the next year in bed with Katrina. But, at some point, I do have to get back to business. And maybe put some clothes on.
“I could be there in half an hour, actually.”
“Come on by. We’ll go over this compromise of yours.”
When I hang up, I lounge back in my bed. I frown and glance at the clock. She’s been gone for fifteen minutes. That’s roughly fourteen minutes and twenty seconds longer than I want her to be out of my arms. She did say she was going to freshen up. I start to wonder if she’s taking a shower. But then the visual of Katrina sudsing that curvy, tight little body up under the spray of the shower has me growling. It has my cock thickening.
I get out of bed and grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I prowl down the hall towards her quarters. My hunger for her rises. So does something else, actually.
I step through the doorway into her rooms. But I stop short when I hear her speaking loudly. I frown. She’s yelling, actually. And in Russian. I scowl and walk over to her half-open bedroom door. I push it open just as she yells something into her phone. Then she angrily hangs up and throws it onto her bed.
“Everything okay?”
She shrieks and whirls. Her hand clutches at her chest. “Micheal!” she gasps.
“Sorry,” I smile. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” I frown. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah…” her face turns red. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
“What was that?”
She shakes her head and looks away. “Nothing.”
My brow furrows. “Nothing?”
“Just… it was my uncle.”
I roll my eyes. “The hell did he want?”
“Just being a jerk like usual.”
“Well next time he calls, tell me,” I growl. “So I can tell him to fuck off and stop harassing my wife.”
She smiles widely at me. Her face blushes and she chews on her lip. “I… I still need to shower.”
I nod. Her blush grows deeper.
“Since you’re here…” Katrina grinds seductively. “Maybe you want to join me?”
I groan. “I most certainly want to join you.”
She beams and turns away. She scampers into the bathroom, and I hear the water turn on. She steps back out as I’m peeling my shirt off. Just then, her phone dings with a text message alert. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, so I turn to grab it for her.
“Wait!”
I frown and pause. The way she’s just blurted it rubs me strangely.
“Wait, I’ll get it.” She all but runs across the bedroom and snatches the phone up. My jaw tightens. I hate that I’m thinking it. But it’s right there on her face. She looks guilty as fuck. Of what, I don’t know. But she’s doing a terrible job of hiding whatever it is.
