Page 13 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“Yes, sweetie. Sorry, I got distracted for a second.” I hear a low chuckle coming from Mikhail. Bastard.
I keep reading, but my voice is a bit shaky now. I can feel his eyes on me. Heavy and intense.
When I finally finish the story, Sofia’s half-asleep.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Night, Maya,” she mumbles.
I stand and turn to find Mikhail right there… Close enough to touch.
He steps past me and leans to kiss Sofia’s forehead. Oh, my God! How cute is that?!
“Night, princess.”
“Love you, Uncle Misha.”
“Love you too, baby.”
I’m fucking done for. Hot AND sweet? Gah!
We step out into the hallway, and he pulls the door almost closed. Leaving it open just a crack.
And then we’re alone. In the dim hallway. Close enough that I can smell him. All clean soap and something darker. Something that makes my thighs press together.
“She’s out,” I say, because I need to say something.
He doesn’t respond. Just looks at me.
I clear my throat. “Well. I should probably head to bed too. Long day and all.”
I take a step toward my room, but Mikhail’s hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist, stopping me.
His blue eyes, mesmerizing as he orders, “Downstairs.”
“What?”
“You’re coming downstairs with me.”
My pulse kicks up. “Why?”
His jaw tightens, his warm fingers on my skin, his blue eyes never leaving mine…
The way he’s looking at me, I have no choice but to let out a breathy, “Okay.”
He releases my wrist and heads downstairs. And I follow.
My heart’s pounding so hard I’m surprised he can’t hear it. We reach the living room, and he sits on the huge cream leather sectional, and pats the spot next to him. I hesitate for a second, then I sit. Mikhail wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me against him.
I gasp. “Mikhail…”
He cuts me off. “You’ve been watching me.”
Oh God.
My eyes go wide. “I…”
“Three weeks, baby. Three weeks of you eye-fucking me over that wall.”
