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Actually anything over lettuce. “All things being passed around the table will be passed clockwise toward the head, where Mr. Tomic will be seated.”
I shake my head, trying to absorb it all, but I’m overwhelmed already.
“They know you’re part Pijawikan, so if they ask you if you’re feeding, you tell them no.”
They already told me I won’t need to really feed going forward if I don’t use any of my Pijawikan side, but it still makes me sad when he reminds me of it. Once this blood-buzz wears off, I’ll probably want another one. If I can learn how to drink from someone without hurting them, that is.
They carry on with more “make sure to do this” and “don’t do that,” but I only pick up bits and pieces. It’s like a defense mechanism kicks in and I can’t listen anymore about how I should be a submissive, docile creature in their presence, or how everything revolves around the man of the house and his wife is only an afterthought. It bugs me. We live in the twenty-first century, not some bad ’50s TV show.
“When you leave,” I tune back in when it sounds like they’re getting to the end, “bow to him, bow to her, and then offer him the final parting bow. Don’t shake hands—bow. Make sure to let them know how honored and anxious you are to serve them as a representative of the Društvos.”
“But I’m—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Garwin cuts me off. “You say it anyway. Everything is riding on this meeting.”
I huff and sit back into the couch. I should just ask them to kill me now.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mirko
I step out of the shower and pull on a pair of pants. A knock sounds on my door.
“Mirko?”
I grin.
It’s Brooke. “Come in.”
When she opens the door, my gaze falls on her blue eyes, accentuated by the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. I vacationed once in Bora Bora, Tahiti, and the blues in this dress remind me of the perfect blues reflected in the ocean.
Her shoulders are rigid, but as she steps closer, her eyes follow the water running down my bare stomach and her tension diminishes.
The dress shimmers from an almost pearl color to a deep purple as she walks. No one has ever looked as amazing as she does right now.
I consider shutting the door and never opening it again.
And by the way her eyes are hooded when she looks at me, I’m confident she has the same idea.
It pleases me to see in her the echo of desire I’ve carried for her since day one, which has only intensified since then, grown and snowballed until there are times I’m sure it will snap and break, like a rubber band stretched too far.
I grin. “See something you like, Slatki?”
Her eyes shoot up and meet mine. She clears her throat and works her jaw. “You’re going to dinner dressed like that? You don’t even have your shirt on.”
Yes, she’s noticed.
I love to see her rattled. “I thought it would make a profound fashion statement.” I lift my arms so she can see the muscles in my chest and along my waist flex and ripple. “Don’t you?”
She swallows. “Umm . . .” She shakes her head slightly as if to clear it. “I think you should put your shirt on. My mom says we leave in fifteen.”
I stare at her and catch my bottom lip between my teeth. I revel in the desire she has for me, but she isn’t the only one struggling.
Her dress hugs her in all the right places—her waist, chest, shoulders. I bet it falls over her perky ass nicely too. Stunning isn’t an accurate word to describe her. I want nothing more than for my lips, my mouth, to connect somewhere with her skin.
I stroll over to her and hold her at arm’s length, my hands clasping her shoulders. I savor the way her hair gleams under the artificial light, the way her face flushes with need and embarrassment, and finally her eyes. Her eyes reach into my body and stroke secrets from my soul.
I can’t hold back any longer, so I pull her close against my chest, one palm
I shake my head, trying to absorb it all, but I’m overwhelmed already.
“They know you’re part Pijawikan, so if they ask you if you’re feeding, you tell them no.”
They already told me I won’t need to really feed going forward if I don’t use any of my Pijawikan side, but it still makes me sad when he reminds me of it. Once this blood-buzz wears off, I’ll probably want another one. If I can learn how to drink from someone without hurting them, that is.
They carry on with more “make sure to do this” and “don’t do that,” but I only pick up bits and pieces. It’s like a defense mechanism kicks in and I can’t listen anymore about how I should be a submissive, docile creature in their presence, or how everything revolves around the man of the house and his wife is only an afterthought. It bugs me. We live in the twenty-first century, not some bad ’50s TV show.
“When you leave,” I tune back in when it sounds like they’re getting to the end, “bow to him, bow to her, and then offer him the final parting bow. Don’t shake hands—bow. Make sure to let them know how honored and anxious you are to serve them as a representative of the Društvos.”
“But I’m—”
“Doesn’t matter,” Garwin cuts me off. “You say it anyway. Everything is riding on this meeting.”
I huff and sit back into the couch. I should just ask them to kill me now.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mirko
I step out of the shower and pull on a pair of pants. A knock sounds on my door.
“Mirko?”
I grin.
It’s Brooke. “Come in.”
When she opens the door, my gaze falls on her blue eyes, accentuated by the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. I vacationed once in Bora Bora, Tahiti, and the blues in this dress remind me of the perfect blues reflected in the ocean.
Her shoulders are rigid, but as she steps closer, her eyes follow the water running down my bare stomach and her tension diminishes.
The dress shimmers from an almost pearl color to a deep purple as she walks. No one has ever looked as amazing as she does right now.
I consider shutting the door and never opening it again.
And by the way her eyes are hooded when she looks at me, I’m confident she has the same idea.
It pleases me to see in her the echo of desire I’ve carried for her since day one, which has only intensified since then, grown and snowballed until there are times I’m sure it will snap and break, like a rubber band stretched too far.
I grin. “See something you like, Slatki?”
Her eyes shoot up and meet mine. She clears her throat and works her jaw. “You’re going to dinner dressed like that? You don’t even have your shirt on.”
Yes, she’s noticed.
I love to see her rattled. “I thought it would make a profound fashion statement.” I lift my arms so she can see the muscles in my chest and along my waist flex and ripple. “Don’t you?”
She swallows. “Umm . . .” She shakes her head slightly as if to clear it. “I think you should put your shirt on. My mom says we leave in fifteen.”
I stare at her and catch my bottom lip between my teeth. I revel in the desire she has for me, but she isn’t the only one struggling.
Her dress hugs her in all the right places—her waist, chest, shoulders. I bet it falls over her perky ass nicely too. Stunning isn’t an accurate word to describe her. I want nothing more than for my lips, my mouth, to connect somewhere with her skin.
I stroll over to her and hold her at arm’s length, my hands clasping her shoulders. I savor the way her hair gleams under the artificial light, the way her face flushes with need and embarrassment, and finally her eyes. Her eyes reach into my body and stroke secrets from my soul.
I can’t hold back any longer, so I pull her close against my chest, one palm
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