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I don’t care how many people are around. I walk up to him and nuzzle my nose into his neck. It feels so normal and damn if he doesn’t smell good.
“How’d you sleep. darlin’?” he asks.
I look at him coyly. “Very well, especially after… spending time with you in the library.”
No, I can’t hold hands with the man, but I can fuck the shit out of him. He doesn’t seem to mind.
He turns from the coffee machine to face me and leans down to place a kiss on my forehead. Then he gets right next to my ear. “Good, baby, because next time I’m not going to just play with your ass, I’m going to fuck it. Hard.”
Oh God. I nearly melt right there in my pretty monochromatic cream-colored outfit like the useless pile of mush he’s just turned me into.
Dammit. How does he do that?
Then he pulls away from my ear. “Heading over to the school this morning, Evie? Gonna get some A’s for us?” he asks.
She shrugs a shoulder and grunts.
Nice.
“Evie, answer Kir. Show him some respect. After all, you’re in his house, eating his food.”
She straightens up as she pulls her backpack on. “Yes, Kir,” she says with exaggerated politeness. “I will be getting A’s today just like I always do.” She snorts.
Punk.
I exhale, counting to five, so I don’t blow up on her.
Kir notices and snickers, probably glad she’s not his problem. Not entirely, anyway.
“So you guys are set with the driver, right? He’s taking you?” he asks.
It’s more of a statement than a question. Since the attack on Stacey, they don’t want me driving. I don’t know how I’m safer in a limo, but if it makes them feel better, fine.
“Yup, we’re all set, and in fact, he’s waiting for us. C’mon, Evie,” I say, taking her by the arm.
She follows along like she’s all put out or something, more for dramatic effect than anything. Kir and I ignore her theatrics, and I remind myself to be patient. Just a couple more years ‘til she’s legally an adult. If she wants to act like a fool then, well, there’s not much I can do about it.
I’m not crazy about pulling up to the high school with a driver. People draw conclusions and I don’t want anyone in my private business at the moment. I mean, only a few weeks ago I was driving a junker held together with glue and tape, and now I show up like this?
Yeah, people have big mouths, and big mouths blabber. A lot.
But it is what it is, and besides, Evie thinks it’s cool.
Because of course. She’s an idiot teenager.
As the driver takes us through the Alekseev’s leafy neighborhood to busier streets, I dismiss my annoyance with Evie, not wanting to waste my energy on things I can’t control, and go back to Kir and his dirty, filthy words.
God, that man knows how to get my motor revving.
I might be on my way to Evie’s high school right now with the mission of getting her further set up for remote learning, but damn if there isn’t a thrumming between my thighs, made all the more dire by the smooth vibes of the car’s backseat. If I were alone right now, I’d raise the window between the front and back seat, lie down, and reach my hand into—
“What the fuck!” Evie screams, and I scream with her.
Something hits the car so hard that even though we’re wearing seat belts, Evie slides into me. We hold on to each other as the car is jostled again, and just as I think we just hit a couple potholes or something, gunfire explodes the windshield, and our driver slowly falls over in his seat.
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CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
