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“Wait, I’m not done.” I protest, but he keeps pushing me.
“Yes, you are. Go in there and wait. I’ll take care of this.”
“Dmitri, you can’t take over my life.”
His jaw tightens and I watch his muscles jump. “You’re going back to the house with me tonight.”
“No, I am not.” I fold my arms across my chest. He doesn’t even look down to my cleavage like he normally does when I make this move. In only a week, I know him better than I ever knew my ex.
“Stay. Here.” He points to the floor and looks at the guard at the counter. “She stays here, or you’ll be looking for a new job.” Dmitri walks out, and I sit there thinking of defying him. I decide he seems so upset already that I don’t need to make him angrier.
I call my insurance company and a wrecker to take my car from the lot. As they pull up, I look out and see one is already doing it. I’m about to open the door and rush out when I look over and see Dmitri is looking over at me. He points at the building, and I know he’s telling me to stay.
“Oh, no he didn’t.” I fume as I push open the door and stomp out. “You did not just tell me to stay again like I’m a dog,” I yell. I notice the cops are gone and the wrecker I arranged is pulling away. “Wait, I need you to take my car,” I yell at the retreating tow truck.
I turn back, and in the short time, Dmitri has made it across the street and to me side.
“I told you to stay in that building. There is someone after you. You fucking can’t be out in the open.”
I look up at him and gasp. “How do you know that? I didn’t tell anyone.” He shakes his head, and before I know it, I’m flipped over his shoulder and he’s striding away from the building toward his car.
“Hey! You can’t take her like that.” One of the security guards comes rushing over. Dmitri turns on him.
“You going to stop me from taking my woman? I don’t think so. She’ll be back in the morning. Guards will be posted shortly.”
“Dmitri, put me down, now.” I gasp when his hand lands on my ass, and I squeal. “Stop spanking me.”
“You like it. Now stop causing a scene.” His words stop me, and I realize we are on the property that I run. I could lose my job. I can’t stop the panic when it hits.
“No. No. No. Please put me down. I can’t lose my job.”
He slides me down his body, and I feel the car at my back. I look around in panic again.
“He’ll go to the board with a no-confidence vote, and I’ll lose it. I’m not even supposed to be with you. Dima, please,” I cry as I drop my head against his chest. He wraps his big, strong arms around me, and I just want to stay right here.
“No, he won’t.”
“How do you know?” I look up at him, and he slides his hands along my face and into my hair.
“I talked to him.” He pushes me to the side and opens the passenger door. Before I know it, I’m deposited into the seat and he’s buckling me in.
“You talked to him? When?”
“The other day when I saw he marked you.”
“I didn’t tell you he did that.”
He smiles and closes the door. I watch as he walks around the hood. My nipples pucker as I think of his amazing body. Of those legs flexing as he powers in and out of me.
He climbs in next to me and turns to look at me. “When we get back to the house, I’m fucking you on the hood of this car first.”
“What? Why?” I shake my head, trying to get out of the sexual fog watching him did to me. Every time I’m around this man, I only want him to fuck me. I pause. No, that’s not all I want from him. I want him to hold me and protect me. He keeps trying to take care of things for me. Something that I’ve never felt before. Yes, my father took me in, but he didn’t hold me. He barely protected me. My father kept guys from dating me, not because of protection but because of the Melody. But not Dmitri. He’s been taking care of me since the moment he jumped out of that car and told me I was his and he was mine. He had the wrecker called and there before I did. He has security coming to protect Clare’s House.
“Thank you,” I say quietly, and he turns his attention from the road and smirks at me before focusing back on driving.
“It’s my job to take care of you.” He pauses for a moment and then turns back to me. “Who was the woman you met with at the cybercafe today?”
His question gives me pause for only a moment. I turn to look at the road. “She’s a friend.”
