bent over, laughing.
Bringing his beautifully straight nose within striking distant. She intentionally missed, making a solid connection with his square chin, the smack of flesh against flesh loud in the quiet room.
"What the hell?" He rubbed the red mark.
"I warned you." She backed up as he straightened. "I will not have my feelings laughed at and my fears dismissed like they don't mean anything, like I don't mean anything." The long skirt hampered her movements so she pulled her dress down, stepping out of the circle of fabric.
"Oh, you mean something, Brat." His gaze swept over her heaving breasts.
Was sex all he thought about? "Pay attention." She threw a stiletto at him. Nikky caught it easily. "Tomorrow, you will stay here, let your men handle the psychopath."
"No one handles you but me." He took a step forward.
"I am not the psychopath." She threw the other shoe at him. He caught that one, too, dropping it on the carpet. "Damn it."
"Language, Brat."
Language? He was about to get himself killed and he worried about language? "You're staying here. I mean it."
"Only if you stay here." He backed her into a corner. "I'll be wherever you are."
"You'll get yourself killed." She used her bra as a slingshot, launched at his face. He caught that, too. "That'll really piss me off, Nikky." She couldn't deal with that thought.
"Language, Brat."
She ignored him, funneling all her fears into her anger. "You haven't seen me truly pissed off, but if you die, you will, I promise you. I'm going to beat you until you can't see straight."
"Because you love me." He was so close she could feel his breath on her skin.
She shook her head. "I said that already. Focus, Ass." Why wasn't he touching her? That's what she needed. She arched an eyebrow. He looked down, pointedly. Right. She was still wearing her panties. He was a lazy bastard, wanting her to undress herself. She pulled them down and kicked them at him.
"I'm focused." He captured her ankle, raising her leg, his other hand on her waist, securing her. "I'm not going to die, Brat." He kissed her. She leaned against his hard body, wanting to believe him. "I need you to trust me."
She trusted him. She worried, but she did trust him. "I'm in your arms naked, aren't I?"
"You are." He kissed her again. "And you love me."
He kept repeating that. Had he not known? "I do." She kissed him back, focusing all her love in that kiss.
Another damn early morning. Nik paced within the small room, a pack of his best men watching him. "Chan done with his preparations?"
"Yes, Boss." Pavel folded his massive arms.
They had a copy of the floor plans, a map of Chan's land. The men knew where they'd be positioned. They'd have snipers and ground crew and even a man in the air. Was there anything they missed?
"Have a team look over the grounds as soon as we arrive." Nik didn't trust Chan. He didn't doubt that the house would be locked down. Chan was paranoid, lately doubly so, fearing the assassin was after him, not Tatyana. What concerned Nik was that protecting Tatyana wouldn't be Chan's first priority.
She was his first priority. She loved him. Him. Not his wealth, that didn't impress his Walmart-shopping girl. Not his family, she saw them as much of a pain in the ass as he did.
But him.
He wouldn't lose her.
"You have the vests?" Nik asked again. The bullet proof vests weren't much protection against a trained killer, but they were better than nothing.
"Yes, Boss."
"Grandfather's limo?" Grandfather's vehicle was a moving safe room. So secure it could possibly survive a nuclear bomb. That he offered it for Tatyana's transport signaled how concerned he was.
"Guarded and waiting by the private entrance, Boss."
His phone hummed against his hip. Nik glanced down at the screen. A text message from Boris. Tatyana was ready.
Time for the pep talk. He stood, hands folded behind his back. "Today, we face a threat to our family," Nik addressed his men. "A serious threat. You are the best
Bringing his beautifully straight nose within striking distant. She intentionally missed, making a solid connection with his square chin, the smack of flesh against flesh loud in the quiet room.
"What the hell?" He rubbed the red mark.
"I warned you." She backed up as he straightened. "I will not have my feelings laughed at and my fears dismissed like they don't mean anything, like I don't mean anything." The long skirt hampered her movements so she pulled her dress down, stepping out of the circle of fabric.
"Oh, you mean something, Brat." His gaze swept over her heaving breasts.
Was sex all he thought about? "Pay attention." She threw a stiletto at him. Nikky caught it easily. "Tomorrow, you will stay here, let your men handle the psychopath."
"No one handles you but me." He took a step forward.
"I am not the psychopath." She threw the other shoe at him. He caught that one, too, dropping it on the carpet. "Damn it."
"Language, Brat."
Language? He was about to get himself killed and he worried about language? "You're staying here. I mean it."
"Only if you stay here." He backed her into a corner. "I'll be wherever you are."
"You'll get yourself killed." She used her bra as a slingshot, launched at his face. He caught that, too. "That'll really piss me off, Nikky." She couldn't deal with that thought.
"Language, Brat."
She ignored him, funneling all her fears into her anger. "You haven't seen me truly pissed off, but if you die, you will, I promise you. I'm going to beat you until you can't see straight."
"Because you love me." He was so close she could feel his breath on her skin.
She shook her head. "I said that already. Focus, Ass." Why wasn't he touching her? That's what she needed. She arched an eyebrow. He looked down, pointedly. Right. She was still wearing her panties. He was a lazy bastard, wanting her to undress herself. She pulled them down and kicked them at him.
"I'm focused." He captured her ankle, raising her leg, his other hand on her waist, securing her. "I'm not going to die, Brat." He kissed her. She leaned against his hard body, wanting to believe him. "I need you to trust me."
She trusted him. She worried, but she did trust him. "I'm in your arms naked, aren't I?"
"You are." He kissed her again. "And you love me."
He kept repeating that. Had he not known? "I do." She kissed him back, focusing all her love in that kiss.
Another damn early morning. Nik paced within the small room, a pack of his best men watching him. "Chan done with his preparations?"
"Yes, Boss." Pavel folded his massive arms.
They had a copy of the floor plans, a map of Chan's land. The men knew where they'd be positioned. They'd have snipers and ground crew and even a man in the air. Was there anything they missed?
"Have a team look over the grounds as soon as we arrive." Nik didn't trust Chan. He didn't doubt that the house would be locked down. Chan was paranoid, lately doubly so, fearing the assassin was after him, not Tatyana. What concerned Nik was that protecting Tatyana wouldn't be Chan's first priority.
She was his first priority. She loved him. Him. Not his wealth, that didn't impress his Walmart-shopping girl. Not his family, she saw them as much of a pain in the ass as he did.
But him.
He wouldn't lose her.
"You have the vests?" Nik asked again. The bullet proof vests weren't much protection against a trained killer, but they were better than nothing.
"Yes, Boss."
"Grandfather's limo?" Grandfather's vehicle was a moving safe room. So secure it could possibly survive a nuclear bomb. That he offered it for Tatyana's transport signaled how concerned he was.
"Guarded and waiting by the private entrance, Boss."
His phone hummed against his hip. Nik glanced down at the screen. A text message from Boris. Tatyana was ready.
Time for the pep talk. He stood, hands folded behind his back. "Today, we face a threat to our family," Nik addressed his men. "A serious threat. You are the best
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