Page 115 of No Longer Mine

Audrey snorted. “They took us to male strip clubs.”

Carina frowned. “Why aren’t we doing that tonight?”

Audrey rolled her eyes. “Alexei would have my head if he found me in there, but also, we can’t pay the strippers to bring Scarlett here on stage until she’s all healed up.”

“Why exactly would you pay the strippers to bring me on stage?” This conversation was the strangest one I’d ever had. My eyes bounced between the women, wondering how long they were going to stay and just how much trouble I would be in with Dimitri for having them over. But I hadn’t invited them, so not too much trouble, right?

The grannies just smiled and sipped their wine as they watched the girls interrogate me. Audrey sighed dramatically. “It makes the men go absolute bat shit and then they turn cave man and claim what’s their’s.”

“Ummm,” I was about to reply when a text pinged on the phone in my lap.

Dimitri

Would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?

Really? I didn’t think you wanted to see me again.

Dimitri

When did I say that?

When you gave me an orgasm and then left like nothing happened, then sent a security detail and didn’t show up again?

Dimitri

I have to keep you safe from my father, which means being distant. I’m sorry.

Fine. Dinner, but I have questions of my own.

Dimitri

I can’t wait.

When I looked up from my phone, all four women were grinning at me like lunatics. “What?”

“Who’s that?” Carina prodded.

“Dimitri.”

The grannies shared a smile. “The girl has it bad.”

“Has what bad?” I asked, worried.

Carina sipped her wine, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You have it bad for Dimitri. We know that look anywhere.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think you do. He just invited me for dinner.”

“That’s a huge step! He’s never invited anyone but his mother to dinner.” Audrey mused.

“Not true,” Carina interjected. “He did bring that stripper to dinner a lot.”

“We aren’t supposed to know about that,” Audrey elbowed her in the side, and her wine sloshed at the rim.

“Know about the stripper?” I asked.

The grannies shared another look, then Nana spoke up. “He was in a serious relationship that only the two of us knew about. We happened to spill the beans to these two yahoos and well..”

“They have big mouths,” Grandmother said, with a frown to her lips.

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