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“I have been,” Adrian says ever so casually with a perfect poker face that betrays nothing.
“You obviously haven’t.” Yan motions between the two of us.
My husband remains as collected as always. “You have proof?”
“Well…no.”
“Do you, Boris?” When the other guard shakes his head, Adrian continues, “Then your accusations are null and void. Proceed.”
They both grumble but pick up their pieces as Kolya smirks. I grin up at Adrian, murmuring, “I didn’t know you were a cheater.”
“I’m not, usually,” he whispers back against my cheek.
“You just did.”
“Only for you, Lenochka.”
We win that round, but Boris and Yan end up crushing us in the next one so hard, my pride is wounded.
As a result, I end up drinking more vodka than should be allowed and telling Yan he and I aren’t friends anymore while acting like a sore loser toward Boris.
At some point, Adrian pulls the glass of vodka from my hand. “That’s enough drinking for one night.”
“Nooo, I’m okaaay. Oops.Fiiiine.I mean, I’m totally fine. I know, I know. That word shouuuld be out of my vocabulary by now. You haaate it.” I slap my hand against his cheek, staring up at the peaceful look in his gray eyes. “Did you know, you’re sooo beautiful?”
“That’s our cue to go.” Boris’s legs are unsteady as he stands. “It was lovely to win against you, Kolya. Mrs. Volkov.”
I point a finger at him. “I’ll get a rematch and beat you.”
“Wait. What?” Yan shakes his head, eyes half-drooping. The two of us drank the most tonight. “It’s over? I was just getting started on kicking Kolya’s grumpy ass.”
“Get up.” Kolya grabs him by his good arm and he sways. “And it’ll be a lifetime before you kick my ass.”
Yan punches him in the chest, and though it doesn’t seem hard, Kolya staggers a little. “I’ll break through that ice one day, you have my fucking word.”
Kolya pushes him in front of himself, nods at us, then singlehandedly hauls Yan out, refusing Boris’s aid.
“They left.” I motion at the door after it closes behind them. “But I’m not done playing.”
“I am more than done.” Adrian lifts my chin, his long fingers creating delicious friction against my skin. “No one gets to see you drunk but me.”
“I’m not drunk.” I hiccup and giggle, hiding the sound with the back of my hand. “Oops. Maybe a little.”
“A little?”
“Okay, a looot.” I nuzzle my cheek against his hand and sigh. “You’re so warm.”
“I am?”
“Yes, even when you’re cold. Even when you give me the silent treatment, you’re so caring and warm. That’s one thing I don’t want you to change.”
“What else do you not want me to change?”
“Hmm. The way you look at me.”
“And how do I look at you?”
“Like you want to tie me down and fuck me.”
