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It was the worst possible time for sparks to fly between two people, but they did the moment Tolya stumbled across her at the depot. Nothing mattered to him—not how she was found or what was being done to her, or whathadbeen done to her—except getting her out of that hell, simply because something in his gut screamed at him to protect her.
To cherish her.
And then to sweetly crush on her from afar while giving her space to recover from her horrific time in Raizo’s Hell.
Demyen didn’t even ask if she needed a place to stay. He took one look at the way Tolya tripped over himself to make sure Eva felt safe and protected at the villa compound, and the next thing anyone knows, she had her own suite of rooms not too far from Tolya’s.
There’s been no rush for anything since. Now that our worst enemies are gone, we can say that and mean it. Eva knows she can come to me and talk about the nightmares when they get too bad. She’s always welcome into Willow’s solarium room to play with dolls and color pictures that they tape to the walls. She doesn’t have to worry about Tolya pushing her into anything she doesn’t want; he’s happy enough just knowing she’s okay.
I just haven’t told Demyen about what I think I heard the other night as I walked past her room near the courtyard.
I mean, I could be wrong.
I’m just pretty sure I know what a breathless moan sounds like.
That’s honestly the reason why I insisted Tolya and Eva both babysit Willow tonight while Demyen sweeps me off my feet tocelebrate the new arrangement with the FBI. I want them to have time to see each other in the possibilities that lie ahead.
Just like how I got to see what Demyen and I have now, back when it was only a feverish daydream.
“You know, I could use a good drink.” Demyen waggles his brows playfully at me and presses his hand to the small of my back. “Why don’t we head up to our room for the evening?”
“Are you sure?” I twist my head around to see if the bar really is that busy. Why can’t we just stay here? “They’ve got good drinks down here?—”
“I special ordered a classic vintage. It’s waiting for us on ice upstairs.”
“Ooohhh.” Now, it’s my turn to playfully waggle my brows at him. “You don’t have to make me beg, y’know.”
“No. But I could do that. Later.”
Heat blooms in my core and I have to press my thighs together as we board one of the private elevators that lead to the Royal Walkway. It’s really just a skypath from the casino to the executive suites of the Meridian’s hotel side, but people in this city do love nicknaming things fancifully.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look this evening?” he croons once we’re inside the elevator. His arms wrap around me from behind and he nibbles on the shell of my ear.
“Only about a hundred times.”
“That’s all? I must be off my game.”
I try to turn around to tease him, but he keeps me pinned there against the glass, making me keep my eyes on the glitteringcrowd of the main floor as the elevator carries us toward the top floors.
His lips wander from my ear to my neck. “I’m so tempted to turn on the emergency stop. Enjoy you right here.”
I bite my lip. “Where everyone can see us?”
Demyen roams his hands over my body and for one core-inflaming second, I actually think he’s about to peel my dress off. “The whole world needs to see how much I fucking love you, my beautiful, enchanting, incredible woman.” Each compliment is underlined with a kiss to my skin, with the last one curling my toes as he sucks a lovebite into the curve of my neck and shoulder.
The elevator softly dings.
Dammit.
“Don’t worry.” He definitely heard me huff a small sigh of disappointment. “Wait until you see the room.”
When we step inside the room—excuse me, thePresidentialSuiteof The Meridian Hotel—I immediately see what he means.
The entire wall of the sleeping area is nothing but floor-to-ceiling glass.
But that’s not what tears another, louder gasp from me.
The room, thewhole suite, is filled to the brim with exotic flowers.
