Page 21 of Blood & Snow

No one in their right mind would speak to me that way.

I like that.

She's sassy, and she's beautiful at the same time.

"Shut the fuck up and clean," I grumble, taking a long drag.

Nadya huffs and starts putting on a pair of purple latexgloves, but I can tell she's overwhelmed by the sheer size of this job.

"Start with the bodies," I order.

"Bag them first, then work on the blood."

Nadya glares at me and approaches the nearest corpse.

She rolls him onto the plastic sheeting that Igor hands her and together, they wrap the man up and roll him into a body bag.

One down, seven to go, and she keeps looking at me.

When she turns her back and bends at the waist to stretch out another strip of plastic, I check out her ass.

Attractive woman.

I noticed that during our previous encounter, but watching her work now brings the observation into sharper focus.

That long, dark hair would be perfect for pulling, and her slender neck would bulge so perfectly with my cock shoved down it.

I find myself being aroused by the idea of fucking her, especially when she glares at me so hostilely.

She wears fitted jeans that accentuate curves I didn't fully appreciate before.

The way she bends over the corpses gives me clear views of an ass that belongs in expensive lingerie rather than those pants that are getting stained with blood.

When she sheds her coat in a huff of frustration and sweat, I notice her sweater molds to breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands.

Fucking her would feel good for a moment, but it might screw with my focus.

So I keep my thoughts to myself, but seeing how well she handles herself under such pressure is a real fucking turn-on.

It takes two hours of steady work. Nadya scrubs blood from concrete, collects shell casings, patches bullet holes with industrial compound that will fool casual inspection.

She dismantles the crime scene systematically, applying forensic knowledge to ensure it's done properly, and ordersmy men around like she owns them.

She's got more balls than half the men working for me.

"You've done this before," I observe during a break while she changes equipment.

"Cleaned crime scenes? No. But I've studied them extensively."

She tests a section of concrete with a chemical solution that reveals hidden blood traces.

"Understanding how evidence forms helps you understand how to eliminate it."

"What did you study besides forensic methods?"

"Chemistry, biology, anatomy. Criminal psychology, investigative procedures, laboratory analysis."

Her voice grows wistful.