Page 141 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Did I do that?”
He looks down at his chest. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head. “You were lost between two worlds. You didn’t know who I was. It’s no big deal.”
Maybe it isn’t, considering all the scars he has on his body.
“Would you like a coffee?” he asks.
I shake my head. Never been a big coffee drinker.
“I thought we could eat breakfast by the pool this morning.”
I raise a brow at him. “I’m allowed outside?”
He rolls his eyes at me. “Yes, of course.”
“You’re not worried I’m going to try and escape again?” I ask, teasing him.
“If you could wait to escape till after I’ve eaten, I’d much appreciate it.”
“We’re joking about my escape now?”
“Seems like we’ve evolved.” He grins, holding the door open for me.
I duck through and head straight outside near the kitchen garden which is filled with vegetables. We follow the path through the gardens toward the pool area. He places the plates down on the table underneath the navy umbrella.
The sun is beating down upon us, even though it’s still early in the morning.
“If you want to go for a swim today, I’ve organized some bathers
for you.”
Things have changed overnight. And if I’m honest, I could do with the exercise. “Thank you, the pool does look inviting.”
He bites into his croissant, and I watch as the pastry falls down his bare chest.
My eyes follow each flake, and I could seriously lick up every one of them. I shake my head. What the hell is happening to me? I take a bite into one of the pastries trying to wash away my dirty thoughts. Damn it, this tastes delicious and I start to make appreciative noises.
“If I knew the way to a woman’s heart was through her stomach. I may have cooked women breakfast more often.” Hechuckles, giving me a flirty smile before his eyes dip to my lip where I lick away some pastry flakes before they fall to my chest.
I realize I’m not wearing a bra under the thin T-shirt and my nipples are probably saluting him. I can’t move to cover them without making it obvious. Instead, I pretend to brush the crumbs off my chest and place my arms in front while I eat.
“Pretty sure those women aren’t thinking of food in the mornings with you.”
That wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth. I was concentrating on trying to cover myself that I forgot to filter my brain-to-mouth situation.
“Really? And what do you think they have in mind, then?” he asks, resting his elbows on the table.
Is Maxim really flirting with me? “Do you really need your ego stroked so early in the morning?” I say with a nervous chuckle.
“Usually, I like other things stroked in the morning, but I’ll take my ego for today,” he says, giving me a wink before taking another bite of croissant.
Don’t flirt with him.Yes, flirt with him, remember men are simple, they want one thing, and you want one thing, too, freedom.My inner voice is right, this isn’t a date. You didn’t just spend a magical night having this man do every dirty thing imaginable to you. He kidnapped you for a dangerous man. Once he’s done with you, he will hand you over to that monster.No, he promised he would protect me.Probably lies.
I look away from my breakfast as my inner monologues fight with each other. I stare out over the impressive vineyards. I can feel Maxim watching me, he’s noticed my sudden change. Thankfully he doesn’t say anything, and we continue enjoying breakfast.
