Page 29 of Hunt Me
Something was brewing, something dark and evil.
Perhaps we’d become too soft as an empire.
Maybe a few things needed to change.
CHAPTER 7
Bristol
Mondays were never easy.
It didn’t help that this was the second interview of the day or that I’d been summoned to my father’s office later that day. Since this appointment was running forty-two minutes late, I’d likely be forced to miss grabbing a bite to eat before heading to the inner sanctum of my father’s world.
Food had been out of the question that morning. My nerves had been too raw.
I’d been sent three emails in the wee hours of the morning thanking me for my time interviewing, but that I wasn’t a right fit for their firm.
What in the hell was a right fit?
With over six thousand accredited lawyers in Las Vegas, I was considered bottom of the barrel and would have to prove myself. How could I do that when I couldn’t obtain a job? My fatherhad warned me hundreds of attorneys and their respective firms were dirty, something I’d refused to believe.
Now I was beginning to question if the entire town was owned by acts of corruption. My nerves were frayed like stripped live wires.
And the thought of seeing my father wasn’t helping. I knew exactly why he wanted me to come to his glorious office.
To offer me a job.
Maybe this time I’d find the right way to turn him down.
Again.
Sighing. I glanced at my watch as nonchalantly as possible. There was nothing worse than keeping people waiting. It would seem a lot of people in Vegas made a habit of making people suffer for longer than necessary.
Was I cranky today? Absolutely.
That’s because Sunday nights weren’t my favorites either, but the evening before had been a combination of being angry and still in the throes of unbridled, crazed sex.
With a Russian god.
I’d spent the night before preparing for two interviews, which were numbers seven and eight respectively. I should have been happy that at least I’d moved from the application phase to obtaining actual interviews, but in the two weeks of active searching after four months of sending out resumes even prior to passing the bar, I was exhausted from wearing a plastic smile and pretending I was the perfect team member.
There was a distinct possibility I was more conflicted today because I’d spent most of Sunday in a haze, the steamy fog a condition I’d heard about after incredible sex.
As I sat in the reception area, where I’d been for the last thirty minutes, every time I shifted in the uncomfortable seat, I was reminded that I’d slipped into a beautiful moment of insanity.
I’d had sex with a mysterious, dangerous, sensual stranger. Worse, I’d allowed him to spank me first, which was why my bottom remained somewhat tender. Certainly not as much as I’d thought, but a reminder of the glorious night of passion, nonetheless.
I stared down at my briefcase while I envisioned Mikhail’s face. I’d resisted Googling him for no other reason than I had to remind myself I wasn’t living out the storyline of a romance novel. After agreeing to no strings, pining away for him wouldn’t be good for my psyche.
Although… I shifted in my seat, wishing I could indulge in the delicious fantasy for a few more hours. Hot. Wild. Sex.
I was very much a bad girl.
Pure, powerful Russian, his accent had been soft velvet brushing against my naked body, exciting every inch of my skin. It was interesting that Lilia had no accent whatsoever. Neither did two of her brothers. Both Lilia’s mother and father were extremely Russian. I’d understood maybe half of what Boris Dmitriyev had said during the rehearsal dinner.
Why had Mikhail been late? It was none of my business, but my curiosity about the family was increasing. There were too many crazies in this world, which was why tossing aside every conceptof security had been so out of place for me. But the night had been delicious.
I bit my lower lip, remembering Mikhail’s rough kisses and controlling hold. I’d awakened with sunlight streaming in through the window, unnerved but satisfied. There was no way of knowing when he’d left, but the bed didn’t appear as if he’d slept in it.
