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My mood soured the second I entered the dining room. Evelina stood on one side of the long, walnut table, leaning across the wide surface to reach a covered serving dish. I stopped dead and could only stare. She was no longer wearing the tight jeans and body-hugging t-shirt but had changed into a dress that might have been painted on and was so short I could almost see the rounded tops of her perfect ass peeking out beneath the clingy black fabric. It had a strap tied around her neck, leaving her shoulders and arms bare, and the top dipped so low her ripe breasts were millimeters from bouncing free as she pulled the tray closer and sat down.
Once her backside was hidden from view, I could breathe again, but my cock had sprung back to life and refused to back down. Not with that almost sheer fabric molding to every last inch of her. Dear God, was she not wearing a bra? She was going to kill me.
Actually, I realized her skimpy dress was probably my fault. While I waited for her to wake up in the New York hotel, I’d called one of my guys and told him I’d be having a woman staying with me here and to make sure she had clothes when we arrived. He promised he’d have his girlfriend go shopping right away, but she must have thought I meant a romantic rendezvous, not a hostage situation with my best friend’s daughter.
Evelina certainly did look good. Too good. As much as I liked looking at her in a dress like that, it was close to torture not being able to touch. And how I wanted to touch her. My hands balled into fists as I fought the urge to bend her over the table again, this time with me behind her, sliding that dress up over her hips and yanking whatever panties she had on down her smooth thighs. That is, if she was wearing any.
I groaned, making her realize I was standing in the doorway. Our eyes locked for a second before she quickly turned away. There was no possible way she didn’t read the intention in my stare.
I had to get it together, or I’d not only be fucking Evelina on the dining room table but fucking up any chance I had of living much longer afterward. Friendship only went so far, and Oleg wouldn’t rest until I was obliterated off the face of the earth for despoiling his little girl.
Who was anything but a little girl anymore, not with the way she was smiling at me. So, she’d chosen to make things pleasant between us? It would have been better to ignore her, grab a plate, and leave. Hell, I wasn’t thinking about food at all—but I chose to prolong the torture.
“Glad you decided to join me,” I said, sitting across from her.
It served the purpose of being out of reach of grabbing her, but now I had a full view of her voluptuous breasts.
Since she was anything but stupid, she noticed exactly where my gaze fell and took a deep breath before answering with a knowing grin on her pretty face.
“Oh well, I decided you were right,” she purred. “About treating this like a vacation and maybe having a little fun.”
A dozen different ways I would have liked to have fun with her raced through my mind. Her eyes sparkled as if she could read my thoughts. Was she toying with me? If so, it was a dangerous game, one I couldn’t let her win. I slapped my hand down on the table, making her jump. And bounce. Swearing up a storm, I reached for the green salad and loaded up my plate.
“Knock it off,” I ordered.
Her eyes flew wide. “Knock what off?”
“You’re trying to get something from me.” I didn’t want a war, so I leaned back and sighed. “I thought we’d gotten past that on the plane.”
Her face screwed up, her cheeks red, letting me know I was right. She didn’t answer me, and I concentrated on eating, all while staring resolutely at my plate. But every time she reached for something, she had to stand up slightly, being so petite while the table was so large. Every time, my glance flew to those lush mounds threatening to tip out of her dress, all but begging me to cup them. Draw those pert nipples into my mouth. God damn it.
I ate at lightning speed, certain by the time she reached for the water pitcher for the third time and kept replacing it far from her that she knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted me to stare at her tits, wanted to arouse me. Yes, it was working, and it was also pissing me off.
She was beginning to wear me down. The way she’d responded after trying to run from the airport, grinding against me with a challenge in her eyes, the way she looked now. It was getting to be too much, and I was about to lean across the table and take a handful of what she’d been offering during the entire tense meal.
Instead, I stood up abruptly, turning before she could see my cock about to tear through my pants.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“I have things to do,” I snapped.
“I thought you were supposed to be on vacation?” she challenged.
Damn it, did she want me to tear her dress off her and take her six different ways before we even made it upstairs?
What if she did?
That thought was much too intriguing—and dangerous—to consider for long.
“That all changed when you decided to meddle in things over your head. Then get a price on it.” I waited at the door through her beat of silence.
“Mikhail, wait,” she finally said, voice beseeching. I turned and waited. Not sure what I wanted her to say or what I wanted to hear. “Can I please have my phone back? I understand nobody can know I’m here. I promise not to call or text anyone. I know I’m only here for my own good.”
To think I’d already been tossing around the idea of giving it back. I could cut the internet access in the house, and she couldn’t get in too much trouble with it then, could she? If only I didn’t believe a word out of the very same mouth, I wanted to kiss until she was breathless. I had to get out before I really lost control.
“Not on your life,” I snapped, storming out of the room and freeing myself from her spell.
Chapter 9 - Evelina
