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“No? Too much? Okay, but it’s his loss,” I said, nonchalantly, as I plated their food.
As I turned to set their plates down, they were still somewhat stunned. I just started laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation, really. They both started laughing along with me, although I’m not sure they knew what to say to me in that moment.
“Oh, come on, boys. They don’t have sarcasm in Russia? It was a joke. If you boys have been assigned to me, for whatever reason, you’re going to be busy because this mouth gets me in a lot of trouble most days,” I said with my most demure smile I could muster.
They both shook their heads and laughed as they attacked their bacon and eggs like it was the first time they’d eaten in days.
We ate in silence. I only picked at my food, as it hurt to swallow too much at one time. The coffee initially felt good, but even that was beginning to burn the more I drank.
Viktor noticed my discomfort and said, “Soup. Soup will make it feel better.” He pointed to his throat and then pointed to mine.
“Yeah? You say this like you have experience?”
“Da. I’ve been choked out many times.”
“Okay, so that’s terrifying and fascinating all at the same time. Is this a common problem in Russia? Like you’re just walking down the street and ‘Oh fuck, I’m being choked again?’”
Both men started laughing again. Andrei stood up and grabbed both empty plates. There was not a morsel of food left on either plate. For a second, I was considering not even washing them because they already looked so clean. However, Andrei walked to the sink and began washing them himself.
“You can leave that. I’ll wash the dishes,” I said.
“No, Miss Sephie. You cook, I clean.”
“Wow. Do you want to get married?” I said as Viktor laughed at Andrei’s stunned expression. He almost dropped a plate when I asked him that question.
I just winked at him as I went to wipe off my counters.
Viktor pulled his phone from his pants pocket and walked into the living room to answer it, leaving a still stunned Andrei and I alone in the kitchen. He finished washing the dishes and was drying his hands off when he turned to me and asked, “He really told you his name last night?”
“Who did? Viktor? No, he told me this morning.”
“No, Boss.”
“Oh, Adrik? Yes, he told me his name last night when we were in the parking lot. Why?”
“No one outside of his closest bodyguards knows his name. He usually tells people his name is Ghost.”
I started to say something and then stopped, not sure how to take that news.
“Huh. I don’t know?” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Viktor hung up the phone and spoke to Andrei in Russian. It sounded very serious, but honestly, I couldn’t understand any of it. I was just leaning against the counter, hoping I’d get a translation at some point.
They had a tense exchange, but it didn’t look like I was going to get that translation, so I announced I needed to shower to get ready for work.
“No, sestrichka. No work tonight. We cleared it with your boss already. We stay here for now.”
“Okay, weird. But I’m still gonna go shower. If you need to shoot anybody, please don’t do it on the carpet. Blood stains are hard to get out of carpet. Much easier to clean up from the tile, so let’s keep the killing to the kitchen only, hmm?” I said as I walked back to my bedroom. I could hear both of them chuckling and speaking Russian when I closed my bedroom door.
I leaned against my closed bedroom door and sighed. I was strangely totally fine with having two gigantic Russians in my living room that had been “assigned” to me for some unknown reason. My mind wandered to Adrik. Why was it seemingly a big deal that he had told me his name last night? Why did I feel like I was missing him? Why did I long to feel his warm touch against my skin again?
You really need a social life, Sephie. You’re becoming somewhat pathetic.
I shrugged off the thoughts and made my way to the shower. A nice, hot shower sounded a little like heaven for my sore body right now. Since I apparently wasn’t going to work tonight, I took an extra long shower and deep-conditioned my long, curly hair.
When I finally came out of my room, only Viktor was in the living room.
“Where did Andrei go?”
