We’d been under attack, for God’s sake, and all I’d wanted was to rip the man’s clothes off. So what if the “attack” turned out to be some yahoo tourists who thought it might be fun to take a few off-roaders and shoot bullets in the desert? We hadn’t known that, and neither had they. Poor saps didn’t realize how close they’d come to being face to face with a man who traded in guns and could unload a round with more accuracy than trained military personnel.
And the fact I thoughtthatwas hot meant I needed some serious therapy. Something I might actually consider once this month was through.
I stared out the window of Dimitri’s private plane, no clue where we were heading, only that we were flying over a body of water.
“Are you alive over there?” Dimitri’s gruff voice broke through my thoughts just in time. The last thing I needed to think about was how I’d need to pay someone to get him out of my head when I got back home.
The man wasn’t only going to cause emotional damage but also monetary.
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve been quiet for nearly six hours.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“If I’d wanted you to be quiet, I would’ve gagged you.”
I arched a brow, and his eyes narrowed.
“Wow. Still nothing. You’re definitely not fine.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you think everything would magically be okay because you let me suck your dick? Weren’tyouthe one who told me it wouldn’t change anything?”
He shrugged. “It didn’t.”
And there it was, that dismissive attitude that really got under my skin. Why couldn’t I be like that? Fuck and run. Ohwait, I used to be—until him. But only because I wasn’tallowedto run.
At least, that was what I told myself.
“Then why do you care?”
“Because we’re about to land, and you need to pull out whatever stick got stuck up your ass between Dubai and now, and smile for the crew.”
I turned it on then, flashing him my most charming, fabulous smile that won even him over the first time, and he rolled his eyes.
“Don’t fucking push it.”
“Hard not to when that’s what I get off on. Pushing every single one of your buttons.”
Our plane landed in Athens, but then the two of us immediately hopped on a helicopter that headed out toward the islands. Wherever we were going now was definitely more my speed, but who the hell was Dimitri meeting with out here that would need what he had to offer? That seemed strange, especially to meet them alone, but I wouldn’t question it. I’d done my job. I was no longer officially spying, had no need to report back every little thing Dimitri did.
Though it wasn’t like I could help but notice my surroundings, file information in the back of my mind. Those things came as natural to me as breathing, so if there was anything Dimitri didn’t want me to know, he wouldn’t have kept me around.
Telltale blue domes set against a pure white cliffside village came into view, and as the helicopter dropped lower, I realized where we were.
Santorini, Greece.
Dimitri’s hometown.
When the helicopter landed on a private helipad atop a hill,I turned to look at the silent man beside me.
Non.There’s no way he’s taking me?—
“We’ve arrived, Mr. Stavros,” the pilot said in Greek. “Prepare for landing.”
I looked out the window and watched as the skids touched ground, and when the rotors stopped spinning, Dimitri pushed open the door and climbed out. He started toward the house, but when he realized I hadn’t followed, he stopped and turned to see me still sitting in the chopper, staring at him.
“Do you plan to get out sometime soon?” he asked, marching back to the open door. “I only paid to have us delivered, not for you to sit there for the next two weeks.”
