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“Sweetie, that’s just what he tells girls so he can get laid.”
“What?” Cat was instantly confused. She looked up at Kirill. “Is she crazy?”
“Completely,” Kirill agreed with a chuckle. “Careful, she might bite you. I think she’s rabid.”
“What?” Cat looked truly alarmed. “We should go. I want to dance some more anyway, Kirill.” She grabbed his hand in both of hers and began bodily dragging him back toward the dance floor.
Susan wiggled her fingers in a sarcastic wave goodbye. “Enjoy your dance, Kirill. And you’re probably the one who should be worrying about rabies.”
Kirill allowed himself to be dragged back out to the dance floor, but in reality he was really done. He moved his body to the music, while his mind was somewhere else entirely. Then Cat threw her arms around his neck and jumped up so that he had to catch her or risk losing his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began kissing him with enthusiasm.
He lazily explored her mouth, finding the experience strangely hollow. He had her ass in his hands, and all he could think about was how much he missed Susan’s roundness. Cat’s butt was bony, and her hips jutted out as though she needed to put on a few pounds.
“I want to fuck you right here,” she moaned, throwing her head back and letting her long hair dangle down her back. “You should take me right here on the dance floor. I know you’ve done that before. I’ve heard the rumors.”
Kirill hated that Oksana and Susan were right, but some of these rumors were getting a little out of hand. He wondered if people honestly believed that he had had sex on this dance floor, or if it was just a bit of urban legend come back to bite him in the ass.
“Honey, I think that might land us both in jail.” He pried Cat’s legs off his waist and swung her around before putting her back on the floor.
“Then we can break out of jail!” Cat’s eyes glowed with excitement.
SUSAN COULD NOT decide what pissed her off more. She was either mad that this lithe young woman with legs a mile long was climbing all over Kirill. Or Susan was pissed that he was letting it happen. Hell. He was a man. He was probably enjoying it!
Unable to look at the spectacle they were creating for one more minute, she snatched up her clutch and left the club. She had barely made it out the door before someone grabbed her arm.
“Where are you going?” Kirill demanded.
She whirled on him. “I’m sorry, did I deprive you of your audience or something?”
“Where’s good old Vlad?” The derision in his voice cut her to the quick.
Susan stiffened and continued walking as though Kirill had never stopped her. Unfortunately, that just gave him another opportunity to grab her arm. The touch was electric. She tried and failed not to shiver at the contact.
“I asked where Vlad is.” Kirill’s tone was deadly. “Any man who lets his woman wander around after dark without an escort is worse than useless.”
“He’s not useless.” She rounded on him angrily. “He’s working. You know, that thing you do when you have a regular job? One that doesn’t make you some mafia family’s bitch?”
His lip curled in disdain. “Is that truly what you think of me?”
“Some days I don’t know what to think,” she said honestly. “It isn’t like you’re all that forthcoming. And I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation. We’re done. Remember? I don’t care what you do. You don’t care what I do. We screwed around and that was it.”
“And yet it bothers the hell out of you to see me with someone else,” he said firmly.
The self-satisfaction on his face made her angry enough that she stomped her foot and balled up her fists as though she were actually going to let loose and throw a punch. “Of course you would pay attention to that, but I’m just supposed to forget about your insane behavior about Vlad. Like I’m jealous and you’re not.”
“I’m not
“What?” Cat was instantly confused. She looked up at Kirill. “Is she crazy?”
“Completely,” Kirill agreed with a chuckle. “Careful, she might bite you. I think she’s rabid.”
“What?” Cat looked truly alarmed. “We should go. I want to dance some more anyway, Kirill.” She grabbed his hand in both of hers and began bodily dragging him back toward the dance floor.
Susan wiggled her fingers in a sarcastic wave goodbye. “Enjoy your dance, Kirill. And you’re probably the one who should be worrying about rabies.”
Kirill allowed himself to be dragged back out to the dance floor, but in reality he was really done. He moved his body to the music, while his mind was somewhere else entirely. Then Cat threw her arms around his neck and jumped up so that he had to catch her or risk losing his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began kissing him with enthusiasm.
He lazily explored her mouth, finding the experience strangely hollow. He had her ass in his hands, and all he could think about was how much he missed Susan’s roundness. Cat’s butt was bony, and her hips jutted out as though she needed to put on a few pounds.
“I want to fuck you right here,” she moaned, throwing her head back and letting her long hair dangle down her back. “You should take me right here on the dance floor. I know you’ve done that before. I’ve heard the rumors.”
Kirill hated that Oksana and Susan were right, but some of these rumors were getting a little out of hand. He wondered if people honestly believed that he had had sex on this dance floor, or if it was just a bit of urban legend come back to bite him in the ass.
“Honey, I think that might land us both in jail.” He pried Cat’s legs off his waist and swung her around before putting her back on the floor.
“Then we can break out of jail!” Cat’s eyes glowed with excitement.
SUSAN COULD NOT decide what pissed her off more. She was either mad that this lithe young woman with legs a mile long was climbing all over Kirill. Or Susan was pissed that he was letting it happen. Hell. He was a man. He was probably enjoying it!
Unable to look at the spectacle they were creating for one more minute, she snatched up her clutch and left the club. She had barely made it out the door before someone grabbed her arm.
“Where are you going?” Kirill demanded.
She whirled on him. “I’m sorry, did I deprive you of your audience or something?”
“Where’s good old Vlad?” The derision in his voice cut her to the quick.
Susan stiffened and continued walking as though Kirill had never stopped her. Unfortunately, that just gave him another opportunity to grab her arm. The touch was electric. She tried and failed not to shiver at the contact.
“I asked where Vlad is.” Kirill’s tone was deadly. “Any man who lets his woman wander around after dark without an escort is worse than useless.”
“He’s not useless.” She rounded on him angrily. “He’s working. You know, that thing you do when you have a regular job? One that doesn’t make you some mafia family’s bitch?”
His lip curled in disdain. “Is that truly what you think of me?”
“Some days I don’t know what to think,” she said honestly. “It isn’t like you’re all that forthcoming. And I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation. We’re done. Remember? I don’t care what you do. You don’t care what I do. We screwed around and that was it.”
“And yet it bothers the hell out of you to see me with someone else,” he said firmly.
The self-satisfaction on his face made her angry enough that she stomped her foot and balled up her fists as though she were actually going to let loose and throw a punch. “Of course you would pay attention to that, but I’m just supposed to forget about your insane behavior about Vlad. Like I’m jealous and you’re not.”
“I’m not
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