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She didn’t want to examine too closely why she was doing what she was doing. She just knew her mission depended on this. If she was to find out what she could about her mother, then she didn’t need a legion of babysitters; she needed only Mikhail.

Chapter 18 - Mikhail

That woman was a seductress in the flesh, Mikhail thought, glaring down at his hard dick, which was pressing against the fly of his pants. Ever since she had sauntered into his life, he was constantly aroused. It seemed almost as though his body had a mind of its own.

Right now, watching her, he could see the way she was swimming with reckless abandon and with the fluid movements of a natural athlete. Unbidden, he remembered her flexibility when he’d fucked her in his limo, and he wanted her again with an intensity that defied all logic.

But he had to control himself, he thought, remembering who her father was. Mira was her father’s daughter, which meant she could not be trusted.

Just then, she emerged from the pool like a fiery-haired mermaid, water sluicing down her body to pool onto the wet floor by the poolside. As he watched, she missed her step and gave a loud shriek.

Vlad was by her side in an instant, catching her bikini-clad frame in his arms and setting her upright.

Mikhail’s blood began a slow boil, even though Vlad had done nothing more than catch her and release her at once as soon as she regained her balance.

As he watched, she gave Vlad a dazzling smile of thanks and traipsed toward the chaise lounge. She snagged her towel and began drying herself. When she was done, she grabbed her sun hat, plopped it onto her head and laid face down on the chaise, leaving her very generous backside sticking up in the air.

Poor Vlad was frantically trying to look anywhere else but at her.

When Mikhail saw Mira extend a tube of what was unmistakably sunscreen to Vlad, he’d had enough. With a muffled oath, he catapulted from the room and dashed out to the pool.

He arrived in time to hear Vlad firmly declining to slather the sunscreen onto Mira’s back and offering to send for one of the kitchen maids instead.

Wise man, Mikhail thought. He would’ve had to have his head otherwise.

He snatched the tube from her hand and since her head was still buried in the chaise, she apparently thought it was Vlad.

He noticed her hesitate and then subside into the chaise. He motioned for Vlad to leave, then poured a generous amount of sunscreen onto his hands and began to work it into her back and shoulders. He heard her moan, and anger spread through him in shock. She thought he was Vlad and she was moaning?

He started to rise from his sitting position to give her an earful when she grabbed his leg and lifted a laughing face to his. “Did you think I didn’t know when you stormed out here and ordered Vlad to beat it? I knew you were watching me swim. At least this way, you got a reward for your Peeping Tom efforts,” she laughed.

She looked so fresh and young and carefree. Unbidden, Mikhail felt his heart turn over in his chest as he looked down at her upturned face. Reverently, he bent his head and gave her a small, light kiss.

Confusion and want filled her eyes as she searched his gaze and whispered, “What was that for?” Her voice had dropped to a whisper almost as though she were afraid to break their connection.

He shrugged, pleased that she sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere too. “Just because.”

Their eyes met, held. He could almost hear her thoughts as she waited in silence. It was evident she was waiting for him to take back his accusations that she was a spy for her father; or to offer some sort of explanation. But he couldn’t do that because then he would be lying. He still had a lot of questions, and who could blame him? She was the daughter of his greatest enemy, after all. He wanted her with the desperation of a drowning man, but he just didn’t trust her yet.

Her gaze slid away from his as though she had heard his conclusion. Then she looked back at him with a tremulous smile. “Come lounge with me,” she invited.

Unable to refuse her anything, he stripped off his clothes, leaving only his shorts. Then he wrapped the towel around his waist and flopped onto the chaise beside hers, letting the mild sunlight calm his body even as her nearness fired him up.

He felt a sense of calm and peace wash over him as they lay side by side in companionable silence.

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Later that night, Mikhail could not sleep. It was fast becoming a habit, this inability to sleep, and it had gotten this bad only after Mira came to live with him.

He exited his room, intent on heading to his underground labs to discover what new thing Jon had come up with.

As he passed her room, he heard Mira scream. The sound was a bloodcurdling yelp and he started to reach for her doorknob just as she catapulted out of the room and slammed straight into him. The impact should have sent them both sprawling, but Mikhail had always had unnaturally quick reflexes thanks to being the leader of a group of some of the deadliest men this side of the sun.

His hands were wrapped fiercely around her as she quivered in his arms, but he wasn’t alarmed because a quick glance into the room had already shown him there was no intruder.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he crooned, calming her as one would a baby. “Nightmares?” he asked.

She nodded and pressed deeper into his chest. Slowly, he walked her backward until she was in her room again, because she was wearing only see-through lingerie that stopped just beneath her pussy. Even now, he could see there were no panties, so the only thing between him and her nakedness was a scrap of red, transparent lace that was already riding up to expose the bare skin of her pussy to him.

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