Page 2 of Sexting the Bratva Beast
Gianna furrows her brow just enough for me to realize that if my face gets any hotter it’ll explode. Then, “This is Andrej. Leonid’s brother.”
We’re doing introductions now? Did I miss the part where he said hi to me and Mika when he walked in?
My traitorous eyes instinctively follow Gianna’s to the sex god in black.
Fuck!I mean the resemblance is unmistakable, same thick raven-black hair, same amber eyes. But he has a scar on his top lip that gives him the appearance of a feral wolf, and that thought shouldn’t be sending smoke signals directly down to my pussy. But it is. And they’re still waiting for me to speak…
“Hello Andrej. Leonid’s brother.”
I lean across the bottom of the bed and offer him my hand to shake formally, like this is a business meeting, and I need him to part with some of his hard-earned cash. Or payment in kind.I wouldn’t say no to something altogether more appealing to my thrumming heart and the tingling between my legs.
His palm meets mine. His grip is warm and strong, of course it is, and his eyes draw me in, causing me to forget which way is up and that I need oxygen to stay alive. His touch sends a tremor down my spine, adding to the confusion creating havoc amongst my brain cells.
“Good to meet you, Cartier Black.”
I’m sorry, but how the hell did he make my name sound like he just rolled it around in honey and then dipped it in melted chocolate?
Is it a requirement of the Ivanov family that their men carry an aura of ‘come any closer and I’ll fuck you till you scream’? Is that what happened to Gianna when she met Leonid?
She was engaged to be married to an Irish guy called Seamus when she boarded the plane in Montenegro. The next thing we knew, she’d ditched him for Leonid and was expecting his baby. Babies, plural. And I can totally understand why.
Andrej Ivanov could whip out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket right now, and I’d willingly follow him back to his dungeon.
Bed.
Cold shower.
I fan my face with my hand. Why isn’t anyone else sweating?
Mika is standing right next to him across the room, and I don’t see her having palpitations. Gianna is sitting there, propped up against the pillows of her hospital bed, looking as if she’senjoying a spa weekend at a five-star resort rather than someone who just gave birth. While I can feel my hair starting to cling to my overheated face.
“I’ll open the window.” Andrej must’ve noticed the heat emanating from me. Or maybe he can feel it wafting his way.
I’m watching the way his shoulder muscles ripple through his sweater when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I slide it out and I’m so distracted I almost drop it.
It’s a message from Mika, who is literally standing on the other side of the bed:
Are you creaming your panties or did someone crank up the heating in here?
Mika has always had a way with words, especially when it comes to men who are smoking hot. It’s as if she has an inbuilt radar that can sniff them out from a hundred meters. Whenever the three of us would visit a nightclub in Montenegro, she’d scope out the place within minutes and inform us which one she would be making out with by the end of the night.
Perhaps she manifested them into her life. Or perhaps she gives off all the right signals. Because I’ve never known her to get it wrong.
She gave up trying to set me up with a guy –any guy– around the time that I mentioned that Heathcliff was the only man for me. You know, dark, brooding, serious. A little like Mr. Bad Boy Ivanov here.
In fact, exactly like him.
I wouldn’t normally respond to Mika’s crude jokes, but my fingers need an outlet for the electricity still humming throughmy fingertips from his handshake. And staring at my phone screen will give my face a chance to cool down. A girl can hope.
I type:Is it that obvious?
Girl, I can smell your pheromones from here.
I shake my head and swallow hard while I compose another message:My mouth is dry. It’s the only part of me that is. I hit send before I can talk myself out of it.
I sense Mika’s smile, but I don’t dare peek up at her. She’s too close to Andrej, and this room is so crammed full of Ivanov muscles that I’d still be able to see him if I was hiding under the bed with a sheet over my head.
My phone vibrates in my hand.Is the ice queen thawing?
