Beautiful Russian Monster by Odette Stone

Author:Odette Stone [Stone, Odette]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Odette Stone Publishing Inc.
Published: 2022-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

BLAIRE

I opened my eyes, but from the dim light in the room, I was unable to tell what time it was. Sensing I wasn’t alone, I lifted my head. Viktor was sprawled in a chair, watching me with an inscrutable expression.

“What time is it?” I felt so sleepy I could barely form the words.

“Almost 6 p.m.”

Too tired to speak further, I made an encouraging noise.

His voice was low but steady as he offered me his version of an olive branch. “I thought we could get dinner at the market.”

That woke me up. “Since it might be our last night alive?”

“But only if you stop saying that.”

I reached over to the nightstand and fumbled around before turning on the light. I squinted at him. “Deal.”

He motioned with his head. “Go get ready. You’ve got five minutes.”

That technically meant I had about fifteen minutes before he started making grumbling noises. I hadn’t come to any kind of terms with the prospect that I might die tomorrow, but that didn’t stop me from blurting my outrageous request. “Is this going to be a date?”

His neck muscles tightened. “I’m sorry about earlier. I overstepped my bounds.”

“Says who?”

He stood up and walked over to his bag, avoiding my attention. “It won’t happen again. Come on, get moving.”

I lay there for another fifteen seconds so I could remember the moment when he lowered his mouth to mine. I had been so certain he was going to kiss me, and it had been pure torture when he moved away before our lips touched. Maybe it was the realization that I might only have hours to live, but I felt a boldness I’d never felt before. “I don’t mind—if it does happen again.”

He gave me a sideways look that told me he had made up his mind up on that matter. His reaction didn’t daunt me. I knew he felt the same intensity I felt. I would never force him to act on that, but before the night was done, I would get him to at least admit it.

I sat up and stretched my back, wishing for a yoga mat.

He motioned with his head toward the bathroom. “Let’s hustle.”

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