Page 16 of Dangerous Liaisons
“I am only concerned. While I am glad you are taking my advice, I didn’t think you would pick one of them.”
“It’s not serious.”
“I see how he looks at you. You must be firm with him and make sure he is not confused. We cannot afford trouble with the MC.”
“I’ll handle it.”
“Good.” Kira paused. “Was he acceptable? He is quite large with enormous hands. He is proportional, da?”
She cursed at the blush that covered her cheeks. “Please don’t ask me these things.”
“I am only curious.”
She paused as the other woman looked past her with raised eyebrows. A quick glance over her shoulder alerted her that Xavier had woken up, and she inhaled at spotting him in the doorway, a towel around his hips, and his hair wet from an obvious shower.
“Bol’shoy medved’,” Kira murmured into her mug.
She ignored her friend’s description of him as a big bear, beyond thankful that he didn’t understand Russian.
“Your clothes are where you left them,” Kira commented, her tone laced with amusement. “I will give you a moment.”
Isabella didn’t look away from Xavier as the other woman disappeared from the kitchen. She lowered her coffee onto the counter. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
Fighting the sudden temptation to touch him, she toyed with the sash of her robe. “You’re leaving?”
“I need to get back. Hunter texted he needs me down at the bar.”
Nodding in understanding, she allowed herself to approach him. “What happened…”
“We both wanted it, Isa. Don’t overthink it.”
Her eyes trailed over his tattoos, and she didn’t stop herself from touching him, Xavier inhaling sharply at her fingertips trailing the ink there. She traced the image of the skull displayed in the center of his chest before bringing her gaze back to his. “And if I wanted it again?”
Xavier lowered his head, and she met his lips with her own. She melted into the kiss without complaint and found it difficult to pull away from him.
He brushed the side of her face with the back of his fingers. “You’ve got my number?”
“I do.”
“Use it. I’ll answer.”
She gestured over her shoulder. “I’ll get your clothes for you.” She hesitated at the sound of a familiar ringtone echoing from her office.
“Answer it. I can get my clothes.” Pressing another kiss on her lips, he walked into the living room.
Isabella exhaled and made her way into her office, clearing her throat as she settled down in the desk chair and composed herself. Hitting accept on the blinking icon; she smiled as the Zoom window loaded.
Her son, Mikhail, greeted her, a wide smile on his face. “Mamushka!”
“Hello, Mishka. It is getting late there, is it not?”
“Uncle Sergei says it’s bedtime soon, but I’m not sleepy,” he pouted. “I want to stay up and count stars!” He paused with a sigh. “I miss you, Mamushka. I wish to come to America. Can I fly in the plane, Mamushka?”
“It is almost summer, little one. You will be here soon enough.”
His grin widened in his excitement. “Uncle Sergei says I can fly the plane! I want to be a pilot!”