(NIKOLAI)
My foot bounced on the dining room floor as I waited.
Where the fuck was she? The room was empty save for me, our dinner spread out on the table.
I wanted her here. No, I needed her here.
My mind was spinning, overrun with thoughts, and I was tired.
After what seemed like forever, she walked in and everything calmed inside me.
Domenico's leather dress, the one she'd worn on the runway, had been delivered earlier today. So I gave it to Cecilia with a note that Dasha should wear the dress to dinner.
God, she was hot. The leather straps hugged her curves and criss- crossed her body. She looked fierce and sexy, and my hands itched to touch her.
She stopped and glanced around. "Where is everyone?" "It is just us for dinner. Come here, kitten."
Dasha frowned at me. "I want to see my sister."
No, that was not how this worked. I pushed my chair back from the table and patted my thigh. "Here. Right now."
