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“You’re welcome!” she smiled, and my heart skipped a beat.
When this was sorted out, I was taking that girl out! Then, back to my place if all went well. I felt pleased at the thought as I dialled Romi’s number.
CHAPTER 15
GRACIE
SATURDAY MORNING - SAVED BY MR SEXY VOICE
“Will do, and Gracie? Thanks for rescuing me, and thanks for this,” Ash waved my phone at me.
My breath hitched. Even beaten to a pulp, there was something about the sexy Russian that took my breath away. I was glad to see that he was looking a little better than he had a few hours ago. I kept a cold cloth pressed to the right side of his face most of the night to help reduce the swelling. It had done the trick. The right side of his face had been the most swollen last night, but today, his left eye was. It looked sore, but the ice pack he was now holding against it would hopefully help. The painkillers were easing his pain, and he was talking better. All in all, I was pleased with the outcome of my overnight nursing skills.
“You’re welcome!” I smiled, leaving the room just as he began talking rapidly in Russian.
I was exhausted after being up all night and was getting sleepier by the minute, so I headed downstairs, intent on making some coffee to keep myself awake.
As I made a cup with some toast for breakfast, my mind kept returning to our conversation. I couldn’t help but notice the hesitation in Ash’s voice or the way he paused before answering my questions. It definitely got my Spidey senses tingling, and not in a good way.
I wondered if I should sneak back upstairs and listen in to what he was saying, but I dismissed the idea immediately. It was better not to know whatever it was that he was so reluctant to tell me. Besides, I didn’t speak Russian, so it would be pointless anyway.
I was intrigued, though. There was definitely more to my Mr Sexy Voice than he wanted to admit.
I smirked to myself because I couldn’t believe that not only had I created a nickname for him, but he had created one for me, too! “My Little Miss Hot Mess,” he’d called me. “You were a real mess covered in cream and bits of cake, but you were also really hot.”Ooh la la, my inner devil purred.
He called me his and thought I was hot? I felt giddy with pleasure at that. He’d been flirting with me, and I liked it. I wanted him to do it more. I felt my cheeks heating with the very idea, but for once, I didn’t care. I was determined not to let my shyness stop me from enjoying Ash’s flirtations or, in fact, returning them.
I remembered telling him,“If I ever take your clothes off, it won’t be to put others back on and definitely not when you’re unconscious. You will be fully awake and begging me to!”
I giggled. Oh my god, I couldn’t believe I’d actually said that! Maybe all that practice with the older men at the pub had helped after all.
I thought about his reply,“I think I just might hold you to that, Little Miss Hot Mess!”Oh my, I so hoped he did! The sooner, the better! Maybe I’d be getting laid by Mr Sexy Voice after all. I felt like I might burst with excitement from the prospect. He was so very hot.
Last night, I’d finally let my sassy side out, and it had been freeing. I had kicked the ass of two big black guys and freed my sexy Russian. I’d brought him home and looked after him. It had all been terrifying but also the most exciting thing I had ever done. Apart from kissing the hot Russian while we rolled around in creamy stuff, of course. If I could pull off a rescue like that, I could surely handle a bit of flirting. Oh, and maybe plenty more if I was lucky and didn’t stuff it up through shyness. I was a real badass, and from now on, I was going to act like one. I couldn’t wait to flirt with him again.
I finished my breakfast and decided to make some for my sexy guest. As I buttered his toast, I wondered if he had finished his phone call yet, and who it was he had called. I knew he had a sister. I wondered if it had been her or maybe the man she had been with at the Glitz opening. I wondered how he and his family would deal with what had happened.
I frowned, remembering his reluctance when answering my questions. I felt my cautious nature taking over once more. I needed to rein myself in. I was getting carried away. The guy was indeed hot, and I liked his flirting, but there were things he wasn’t telling me, and I wasn’t sure what to think about that.
Who was he really? Why were those guys hurting him? Why had they been questioning him?
I had a lot of questions, but I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answers.
I hadn’t wanted to go to the police for obvious reasons, but I didn’t buy his reasons for not wanting to contact them. Although I was happy he didn’t want the police involved, it still seemed strange. I wondered what he was hiding.
Derrick’s warning came to mind. He was right. Ash Rominov was trouble, and not just because of how well he kissed me or how my body reacted to him. The question was, how much trouble? And was it something I wanted to get more involved in or not?
I didn’t know the Rominov family at all but if they were the type of family that people kidnapped and tortured, maybe I should steer clear, regardless of how hot Mr Sexy Voice was. It wasn’t something that happened to average, everyday families after all.
I bit my lip, suddenly wondering precisely what I had gotten myself involved in. I’d rushed into things last night with little thought, and yes, I had even enjoyed it, but it could have gone so wrong. I was lucky that I had pulled the rescue off. I was just now beginning to realise that I could have been in serious trouble if I hadn’t been so lucky. I gulped, no longer feeling quite such a badass after all.
Flirting with Ash was fun, and the prospect of sex with him was exciting, but I wasn’t sure if either was worth putting myself in more danger for. It was probably better to keep my distance and end things now before I got myself into any further trouble. Maybe this was as far as I should let things go.
Yes, I nodded, confirming my decision. That was probably for the best. I would play the gracious host until someone came for him, and then I would say goodbye. So why did the very thought of saying goodbye to him tug at my heart?
I shook my head and took a deep breath, garnering my resolve before I picked up his breakfast tray and headed upstairs.
I just reached the top stair when the back door burst open. My heart sped up.What the hell?
