Page 131 of Crimson Oath
Oleg sat on the sofa and leaned forward, his eyes level with Tatyana’s. “Every Poshani terrin has their own responsibilities. Radu runs their hospitality and also takes the lead on running the kamvasa. Kezia is the diplomat. She travels and negotiates with other vampires as needed. And Vano?—”
“Is the businessman.” Her eyes didn’t leave his. “I know this part.”
“He’s the one who pays for… well, most of this. He runs the books, and he runs most of the human businesses for the clan.”
“Which is why he was questioning Rumi and the other cooks about the food budget.”
Oleg waved a hand. “That’s nonsense. They have plenty of money.”
“Unless he’s stealing,” Tatyana said. “Like Zara was.”
Oleg nodded. “That is a possibility. More damning, he is also going behind Radu’s and Kezia’s back and causing trouble in Russia with Ivan.”
She frowned. It was the first break in her cold wall. “Ivan your brother?”
“Ivan is my brother, and he’s also my governor for much of Russia. He’s the most like our sire, and he’s not a person I want anywhere near you.”
“But if I come to work for you, I would have to deal with him.”
“Ifyou come to work for me?” Oleg’s eyebrows went up. “So now it’s a possibility?”
She blinked, opened her mouth, then closed it.
Aha. He smiled. “Itisa possibility.”
“N-no,” she stammered. “It’s a hypothetical that’s not going to happen.”
He brushed his hand at her imaginary problem. “Because of your… minion thing.”
She reached over and snapped in his face. “Because of this bullshit.”
Oleg smirked.
Tatyana narrowed her eyes. “Don’t laugh about the snapping thing. Everyone hates it.”
“I know. That’s why I do it.”
She rolled her eyes. “You are such an asshole.”
“Too bad you like it so much when I fuck you,” he muttered.
“Don’t be crude.”
Oleg barely kept from laughing. She might protest his crudeness, but her body reacted to it. She liked his roughness as much as his sweet words. He could smell her arousal in the trailer. It bloomed in the air like the scent of the roses.
He looked at the meeting of her thighs and licked his lips.
“Stop it.” She shifted in her seat.
“Do you want me to?” His eyes ran over her body. “Truly?”
“Yes.” Her hand was trembling. “Truly.”
“Very well.” Oleg had mercy on her. He pulled back his energy, but he couldn’t fail to notice when her eyes dropped to the prominent erection in his pants.
Nevertheless, she kept her words focused. “So Vano and Ivan are making trouble?”
“Yes, which goes against everything the Poshani stand for. I am their host. To steal from me, ambush my people—even kill and wound them?—”
