Page 113 of Dance of Devils

I go to rehearsal—though by now I’ve figured out that the guys taking me to the Mercury in the black SUVs are definitely Kir's men, not Uber drivers.

Uber drivers don’t usually have sidearms and Bratva tattoos.

Then, I come home to dinner with him, whichalsoinvolves him putting his mouth on me and making me writhe and scream as he devours me.

Actually, the last couple of days could almost entirely be measured in “orgasms per hour” or “OPH”, because most of what I’ve been doing is coming on his tongue and fingers.

But he mentioned running late tonight for some work thing, which is why I’m over at Dove’s instead of spread out on Kir’s desk with his mouth between my thighs, calling me a good girl as he makes me scream.

Dove nods at my right ankle. “How'd you do that?”

I shrug. “Just a wonky landing earlier.”

She frowns. “Still, you should put some ice on it, maybe stay off it for the night. You’ve been favoring it since we left the theater.”

I wince. “It does hurt a little. You have a couple of ibuprofens I could grab?”

Dove stiffens for a second, then shakes her head. “I’m out, sorry.”

“Crap. Tylenol? Motrin?”

She shakes her head again. “Nada. Sorry.”

“No problem.” I shrug, then I laugh. “How about a drink? That might help.”

She gives me a strange smile. “Sorry again. I don’t do alcohol.”

“It’s fine,” I smile, gently rotating my ankle to work the stiffness out. “Hey, how’s your show going?” I frown. “I’m an asshole, I haven’t gone to see it yet.”

“You don’t know where the showis.”

“That's because you haven’t told me!”

She laughs. “I will.Maybe…” She lifts a shoulder. “I dunno, I’m still trying to decide if I want to share it with anyone who actually knows me.”

I stare at her in amazement, then slowly turn to look at the gorgeous art all over the carriage house.

“Why the hellnot?”

Her brow puzzles. “I don’t know.” She shrugs again and looks down. “It feels vulnerable to show this side of me to friends.”

“I get that.”

She eyes me curiously. “Why do you want to dance for theImperiya Korona?”

“Because it’s one of the best companies in the world.”

“So is the Zakharova,” she says with a pointed look.

I shake my head. “I guess part of it is also looking to get out of New York, maybe? I mean, I love it here…” I frown. “But I guess I also hate it? I don’t know, it’s complicated. I think I just want something new.”

Dove nods. “And… Why haven’tyoutold any of your friends that you’re hoping to move to Moscow?”

She gives me agotchalook, and I grin.

Fuck.Walked right into that one.

“Touché,” I sigh as she laughs.