Page 39 of The Brigadier
“Well, at some point, you’re going to need to realize your son is a little boy and teaching him how to play softball or basketball might be good for him. Just being outside.”
“Duly noted,” I said, giving her a salute. My cock was still hard. “I should be back in three hours.’’
“Take your time.”
“Do me a favor at this point. Don’t call anyone but your parents. Definitely don’t call Sonya. Okay?”
Her sigh was ragged. “Okay. I’ll be a very good girl.”
“Soldiers have been dispatched to ensure the house is secure. Do you have your phone?”
“Of course.” She pulled it out of her back pocket, struggling to do so given how tight her jeans were.
“I’ll end up getting you a burner phone but it should be safe to use for now.”
“That’s not cool,Nikolay.”
Another moment of awkward tension settled in. “Look. This doesn’t need to be difficult.”
“No? Are you certain about that?” There was more defiance in her eyes.
“Yes, I am.”
And my wacked-out mind couldn’t stop thinking about the sexy way she’d peeled her other jeans down her voluptuous thighs, revealing the prettiest pink pussy I’d seen in one hell of a long time.
“I’m going to program my number, Danny’s and Maxim’s, the two men who saved you from yourself last night.”
“You’re never going to let me live that down. Are you?”
“Doubtful.”
“You’re a very mean man.”
I wasn’t expecting to act the way I was around her, losing a bit of my usual strong control. But I needed to touch her, to ensure she was safe, protected, and really here. I flexed my hand and touched her with my fingertips, doing nothing more than caressing her cheek.
Her breath caught like mine had, her eyes opening wider than before.
And the extensive shot of electricity threatened to burn us into the ground.
Or worse.
Send us straight to hell.
CHAPTER 13
Nikolay
I’d been forced to take a cold shower to rid myself of twisted thoughts about her.
Even then, I masturbated to try to relieve some pressure. It hadn’t worked.
Just saying goodbye to the two of them had seemed entirely different than with any other nanny. Plus, he hadn’t thrown a tantrum. I’d installed a nanny-cam with nanny number two, ensuring my son wasn’t being abused. He wasn’t. However, only the last woman hadn’t left him alone in his room to cry it out.
This morning? Damien had waved. Barely.
I’d learned a long time ago that sometimes people just clicked, no matter the age. But I’d never felt so comfortable about leaving him with anyone before.
As I pulled up at one of a few warehouses that was fronted by a lovely restaurant I owned, I realized how much the businessof punishment was getting old. Sure, it was a necessary evil but usually, assholes like this had been hired to die if necessary. My hope was that since I knew fluent Italian, that would put the unknown perpetrator off guard. If not, there was no reason to waste time.