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It frames her beauty in a way that makes the blood rush through my veins differently.
“Usually you knock, and I say come in.” I want this woman so badly, it’s burning me inside, like fire licking at my words.
“Who’s Lilian?”
I freeze, thinking of the whore I was going to fuck later.
“Why?”
“A call came in on the house phone.”
“What?”
“Her name and phone number flashed on the television screen with an incoming call.” Ana drops a piece of paper in front of me. “I put on the T.V. while I was rinsing out my mug.”
Did I give that dirty bitch my home number? I’m losing it.
“That’s no one,” I say, as I bang out a simple text.
Me: Changed my mind. Text me what I owe you for canceling at the last minute. Do NOT call my house again.
“Did you have a date tonight?” Ana asks, easing into my office.
“I’m married.”
“To a woman you haven’t seen in three years.” She runs her fingers along my desk and leans on it. “No one would blame you. Hell, my father cheated on my mother for their whole marriage. That’s how I have a sister.”
“Right. I forgot you had a sister.”
“That’s because my father keeps her in the shadows. She’s a half-sister, really. One day, a woman brought Katya to our estate, saying she’s Papa’s daughter, too. She was twelve. Papa took my sister in because he recognized her Koslov features, and the Bratva treasures bloodlines.”
“I’m pretty sure my father didn’t cheat on my mother, and I don’t have any illegitimate half-siblings.” At least, I fucking hope not. “Have you talked to your sister at all since you left Astoria?”
“No.” She shakes her head, smiling sadly.
My body seizes at the worry in her voice.
“But um… When I first got to Vegas, I paid a couple in the casino giftshop to send postcards to her college mailbox at East Side Performing Arts. They were traveling the country. I don’t know if they did. Especially since they robbed me.”
“They robbed you?”
“I think it was them. Or the girls I was hanging with.” She snickers. “That’s how I ended up with your brother that first night.”
The image of her, the way I remember her with a sleek body, fresh on the run, and in need of a hero, shatters me.
Cormac took advantage of her.
“Well, either those postcards never made it, or your sister kept them to herself.”
“I miss her so much.” Ana pushes a hand through thick, blonde hair falling in soft waves across her shoulders. “I had the postcards sent just so Katya wouldn’t worry about me.”
“Can we agree, if you ever decide to go home, that you don’t mention anything about Cormac?” I hold my breath, not sure of her answer.
She sits down, and unable to cross her legs, hooks her ankles together. Even with a large round stomach, she looks sexy as hell.
“Maybe,” she drawls with a cagey smile.
She admitted that she faked a kidnapping back in Astoria. Surely, she wants to keep that a secret from her father.
