Page 144 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“I’m on a fucking goose chase around Europe. People really don’t want these bitches to be found.” He chuckles as if we are both in on the joke.
We aren’t, and I’m not amused.
“Where are you?” I ask, wondering if this little fucker is doing as he’s supposed to be.
“Baby, come back to bed,” I hear a female voice say in the background.
Is he fucking serious right now? He’s supposed to be helping my boss locate the jewels, but instead, he’s been thinking with his dick.
“Babe, I’m on the fucking phone,” Dmitri calls out to the woman.
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“No one,” he says, brushing me off.
“Time’s ticking, Dmitri. Remember that. Your dick won’t get sucked when you’re six feet under,” I warn him.
“I’m working on it. I promise,” he says through gritted teeth.
Having enough of this conversation I hang up on him, just as Grace finishes her laps. She turns and looks over at me and givesme a bright smile like she does every day when she’s finished. How can I let this woman go?I can’t.At least now I don’t have to come up with any excuses to Dmitri for why I haven’t delivered Grace to him.
Grace jumps out of the pool, walks over to my sun lounger, and grabs her towel.
“Everything okay?” she asks as she dries herself off.
“Everything’s fine,” I reassure her.
“You look tense.”
“Usually happens after talking with idiots.”
This makes her smile. “I can give you a massage if you want?”
My eyes widen at her request.
Then her own open as she realized how her request sounded. “In a platonic sort of way. You just looked stressed, and I thought … you know, it was the right thing to do. Because you’ve been there for me when I’ve been stressed.”
“Any excuse to get your hands on me, Wildcat. I know your game,” I joke with her.
Grace’s face flushes red with embarrassment and splutters to find her words.
“I’m only teasing, Grace. If you have five minutes, I wouldn’t mind as I have some tension in my shoulders. I think it’s my sleeping position,” I add, raising a brow at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was so uncomfortable?”
“And deny you the opportunity to place my hand on your tit every night. Never,” I joke.
Grace shakes her head. “Roll over, and I’ll grab some of that coconut suntan oil you won’t let me use.”
“Because it will burn your skin.”
Grace rolls her eyes at me which makes me smile. Her sass turns me on.
Then I pull off my t-shirt and roll over onto my stomach.
Moments later Grace is back, I can hear the padding of her feet across the pavers. She then squirts a generous amount of oil onto my back, the liquid is cool.
“I’m going to have to straddle you, otherwise I can’t reach,” she mumbles.
