I got to my feet and inclined my head. “Thank you,mon monstre. I think I’m going to take a shower, since you’re hell-bent on leaving me all alone.”
I reached for the hem of my turtleneck sweater and drew it off, tossing it on the bed. Dimitri’s eyes flared and he grunted, then he turned on his heel and headed to the door, where he stopped and glanced over his shoulder.
“But don’t think for a minute you won’t be in there with me.” I slipped my hand down my pants and gave myself a firm squeeze. “You’ll be there in spirit.”
Dimitri shook his head then marched out the door, slamming it behind him. The second I heard him head off down the hall, I zipped up and raced over to the door to put my ear to it.
I waited there for a good minute, maybe two, to make sure he wasn’t going to turn around and come back before I did a quick visual sweep of the room. Everything looked standard enough—queen-size bed, nightstands, a chest of drawers, and a couple of paintings hanging on the walls—but you never knew what could be hiding.
First things first: I needed to check for bugs—though that might be even a little too invasive for Dimitri, given what he’d promised would be happening after dinner. Either way, I wasn’t leaving anything to chance. I checked the wall hangings first, the frames, behind the canvases, sweeping my fingers along the gilded gold and under any latches or hooks.
Nope. Nothing.
Next on the agenda were the lamps. I checked both, taking the shades off and looking at the base to see if anything could be planted there—again, nothing.
The bed was next—the frame, underneath, and under the mattress until I was satisfied there was nothing that would be recording any of my secrets, whether they be business or pleasure related.
Not that it would be the first time I’d found my sexual escapades on tape. I mean, who wouldn’t want to record something so spectacular?
After searching the drawers and every other nook and cranny I could find, I was fairly confident I was alone. But not about to take any chances, I opened my suitcase and grabbed a change of clothes, underwear, and my makeup bag, then headed into the bathroom and shut the door.
Like the room, the bathroom was nothing showy. It was a decent size and hosted an average shower, bathtub, and vanity. That was interesting. A man like Dimitri could afford the best of the best. Instead he’d chosen to stay in some secluded castle in the middle of nowhere, which I assumed was the appeal.No one could get to him.
Or maybe it was thatIcouldn’t get away.
It should’ve alarmed me, but I didn’t hate that idea. In fact, I kind of liked it. People always underestimated me, and the fact that Dimitri regarded me with as much caution as I regarded him made my dick hard.
It wasn’t that I thought he was threatened by me. But he was distracted by me and knew that made him vulnerable. Something I planned to take full advantage of.
After hanging my clothes, I went to the shower and got the water running. But instead of fully undressing and stepping inside, I went back to where my makeup bag sat on the vanity and unzipped it.
I rifled through the contents—lipsticks, eye shadow, foundation—until I found the small compact I’d buried at the bottom. With the jeweled case in hand, I tiptoed over to the door and opened it a crack, making sure no one had entered the bedroom. When I was satisfied it was clear, I closed the door and put my back to it. Then I flipped open the compact and removedthe powder and brush from inside, revealing a small pocket phone.
I grinned, remembering how pleased Alessio had been with himself when he first presented me with this.
“You can beat your face, isn’t that what you say? Or call someone to save youfroma beating.”
He’d been totally off with his terms, but I appreciated the thought behind it.
My heart pounded as I dialed the number, knowing that if Dimitri came back, if he knocked on the door and caught me, I’d be as good as dead.
It didn’t take but one ring, and I didn’t bother with any small talk. I merely confirmed my arrival, then gave them the intel they needed for what I had planned next.
“Tomorrow night. Christmas market.”
I ended the call.
7
DIMITRI
IT HAD BEEN a monumental feat to walk away from Benoit’s undressing upstairs. That was three times now that I’d denied myself, and I wasn’t keen on a fourth.
Even now, in the middle of my meeting with several of my team, my dick was hard as I pictured him stroking himself while backing into the en suite, half naked and giving me a daring smirk, as if I wouldn’t have him bent over in a heartbeat.
“Boss?” Omar looked pointedly at my clenched fists resting on the table. “You good?”
Good? I was wound up so tight I could spit nails that would kill a man.
