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“That’s called sexual harassment,” Angelina snaps. “Remove your paw from my butt.”
“And what would you call sneaking into the bathroom while I was having a shower?”
“I did not sneak in. I just wanted to talk.”
“You were ogling me. I’m just reciprocating in kind.” I tap her sweet ass again and stroll casually across the park toward my house, waving to a mother who turns her children away from the scene.
“The moment I’m out of your clutches, I’m reporting you to the police.”
“What for?”
“Kidnapping. Holding me hostage in your house. And sexual harassment.”
“I’m sure the police would be thrilled to chat with Manuel Sandoval’s daughter.” I squeeze her butt cheek lightly, eliciting the most adorable, shocked gasp.
Angelina swats me on my back with her palm, and I laugh. She was a bit spooked the first day, but she doesn’t seem to bescared of me anymore. People are always wary of me, so this is rather unexpected. It feels good.
“I have to go to a meeting tonight,” I say, ignoring her protests. “Please hold any further escape attempts until I’m back. Albert is too old for chasing after you. He could have a heart attack, and who would cook for me then?”
“I’ll take your request under consideration.”
“Thank you.”
“Can I get a laptop or something?”
“Nice try.” I laugh. “No laptop. But you can ask Albert for a round of poker. Word of advice, though—he cheats.”
“Cheats? He’s seventy.”
“Exactly. He cheats very well.”
She arches her neck and looks up at me. “How much do you pay him?”
“I don’t. I’ve been trying to get rid of him for years.”
“I’m not sure I’m following.”
I sigh and put her down on the porch. “Albert and I go way back. We worked together for a long time.”
“Before you joined the Bratva?”
“Yes.”
“And what did you two do together?”
“Sorry. Can’t tell you that.”
“Why? Was it something confidential?”
I look down at her, finding those dark eyes of hers watching me with a question in them. She was born into this life, so she’s probably seen her share of nasty shit, but her eyes seem so innocent.
“Yes,” I say and trace one of her perfect dark eyebrows with a finger. “And because you don’t want to know. Trust me on that.”
“How can it be worse than working for the Bratva?”
“It can.” I place my free hand on the banister next to hers and bend until our faces are at the same level. Angelina’s eyeswiden, but she doesn’t move away. We’re so close I can feel her breath fanning my face as her breathing picks up. Slowly, I move my finger over her cheek and along her neck, then pause when I reach the spot where her pulse beats. It’s strong. Faster than normal. “No more running away today,” I whisper.
“Okay.” She nods, without removing her eyes from mine.
