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“Oh, cool. I’ll just run over to the clinic. Be right back!”
I laugh. She’s funny. Few women would be strong enough to make jokes in her situation.
“Don’t worry, little one, I’m very good at sutures.” I take my time cleaning the area before pulling out a pack of monofilament suture and tools.
She raises an eyebrow at me.
“I’ve had lots of practice.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Do you want me to numb it?”
She shakes her head. “No, just get it over with.”
She closes her eyes as I step closer to her. I don’t miss the slight increase in the pulse I see beating in her throat. I carefully place my hips so she doesn’t feel the obvious sign of just how attractive I find her.
The wound is small, only needing a couple of stitches to close. I apply a tiny bit of antibiotic ointment to the area to keep the skin soft. “I’ll take the stitches out in a couple of days.”
She nods.
Back in the kitchen, I hand her a tablet opened to Amazon.
“Add whatever you need to the cart.” I stand behind her to make sure she doesn’t leave the shopping app.
“Need for what?” She looks over her shoulder at me.
“You’re staying here.”
She spins around on her stool, glaring at me. “I am not staying here.”
“Aye, you are. You’re staying right here until I figure out what I’m going to do with you.”
She tries to murder me with her eyes again. When that fails, she turns back to the tablet and starts shopping.
Because I’m an asshole and I want to get a rise out of her, I pat her gently on the head and tell her quietly, “Good girl.”
She flips me off.
When she’s done, I walk her back to the guest room and lock the door. I hear a muttered curse on the other side of the door and laugh. I text Patrick and tell him to meet me in my office.
“She’s not a cop. She’s Popov’s personal assistant.”
His jaw drops. “She just told you that? What the hell did you do get it out of her?”
“I made her dinner.”
I’m pretty sure Patrick is as close to falling out of his chair as I’ve ever seen him.
“Never would have thought of that. She sure as hell doesn’t act like a personal assistant.”
“I put stitches in her lip too. How’d that one happen exactly?”
Patrick blanches. “That was me actually. She head-butted me in my balls and I slapped her.”
I put my drink down. “From now on, no one touches her. Restrain her if you need to, but no one hits her. I’ll deal with any attitude problems that occur.”
Patrick looks shocked for several seconds before schooling his features back to his normal scowl. “Aye, boss. I’ll make sure the boys know too. What are you planning on doing with her?”
