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“Don’t get used to any kind of freedom.” Katarina’s red lips curl upward. “Because you’re about to be shackled for the foreseeable future.”
“Sounds kinky. I’m down.”
“Not in your wildest dreams, punk.”
“Enough.” Alek looks down at his Rolex. “He’ll find out right about…”
A swift knock on the door jars me.
“Now. Come in,” he calls out.
The door creaks open. I twist around in my chair, my eyes tangling with the deep blue eyes of a woman who stares at me like I’m a roach crawling up her long toned leg. My gaze drops to her denim cutoff shorts, drinking in the length of her tan and sleek muscled thighs. Smooth skin my tongue wants to taste.
Fuck,those legs. I’d like to feel them wrapped around my head.
I lick my lips, my eyes slowly tracing over every curve of her tight body until they meet her disgusted expression. She sticks a hand on her hip.
“Are you finished?”
God, even the annoyance and disdain in her voice makes the tip of my cock tingle.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even gotten started. But I’m looking forward to it.” And that’s the truth. I have no idea who this is, although something about her is vaguely familiar. But I’m sure I’d have remembered this woman if I’d have seen her before.
She’d stand out in a massive field of sunflowers, even dressed as a sexy librarian with her long reddish-brown hair thrown on top of her head in a messy bun and her eyes covered by black-rimmed glasses. She pushes them back on her nose, her shiny pink lips twisting like she’s just taken a whiff of some rancid meat. I can’t keep my eyes from wandering, though, to her perfect perky tits tucked into a tight tank top with cleavage my face could get lost in for an obscene amount of time if given the opportunity.
With an exaggerated eye roll, she whips past me to give Katarina a big hug. Damn if my dick doesn’t jump at the fantasy of those two sandwiched together with me in the middle.
When she leans forward, her ass cheeks peek out of the bottom of her skimpy shorts. I have to ball my hands into tight fists to gather every bit of strength in me to pull my hungry gaze away from it.
“Mulligan.”
I snap my head toward Alek. “Yeah. So we were talking about me being shackled… I have some ideas about how that can go down.” Waggling my eyebrows, I grin at New Girl.
His lips press together and I know he’s biting back words. I swallow a laugh. It’s not too often you see Alek Severinov restrain himself.
“You’re disgusting,” she snarls. “And for the record, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole. You stink of alcohol. Are you squatting in a distillery?”
“How ’bout I take you home with me so you can find out for yourself?”
She folds her arms over her chest, forcing her tits higher so that they skim the neckline of her top. “Alek, why am I here right now? I’ve got work to do.”
“Yes, you definitely do.” He holds out his hand to me. “Valentina, this is Quinn Mulligan. He’s going to be working with us for a while. Working with you, more specifically.”
Her eyes fly open wide. “What are you talking about? I work by myself. You know this. Why would you pair me up with anyone, now of all times?”
“Quinn is an enforcer for Patrick Mulligan back in New York City. He ruffled some feathers back East a week ago and is now in hiding. Out here, with us.”
“So I’m supposed to babysit him and risk blowing my own cover because he couldn’t keep his nose clean?”
“Hey, hey, my nose is spotless.” I can’t resist. Her head looks like it’s about to spin off her neck and I’m aching to see her erupt.
Something tells me it’s not too far off.
“Nobody’s cover will be compromised. Val, you’re one of my best operatives.”
“Yeah, and what does this freaking goon bring to the table?”
“Ouch. You don’t even know me, sweetheart.” I stand up from the chair. “Maybe he wants me to loosen you up since you’re wound up enough to crap out a diamond.”
