Page 28 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
“You’re insane.”
I cock an eyebrow in her direction, continuing to carry the boxes upstairs to my room.
She follows right behind. “Mikhail, you can’t just…”
Without a word, I start unpacking. Her clothes go in my huge-ass walk-in closet, books on the shelves by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and her billion girlie shit, in the bathroom, spreading all over the marble countertop on one side of the double-sink.
Maya watches me, shaking her head. “This is crazy, Misha. We haven’t even been on a date; we can’t just…”
I turn to her. “We getting married.”
Her pretty eyes go wide, her full lips part, and she looks so fucking good standing in my house, in my room, in her tight jeans and simple t-shirt. No makeup, her curls falling naturally down her shoulders. Sweet and soft all over. Within arm’s reach. Mine.
“What? Mikhail…” She lets out a short, breathy laugh, her eyes filling with tears. I stand there, staring, pouring all my heart and thoughts into my gaze. Telling her all the beautiful, romantic, flowery shit I’ll never be able to express with words. Waiting, praying. Fucking dying to hear her answer to my fucked-up proposal. “Yes, you crazy man, yes!”
We cross the room at the same time, Maya jumping me. I catch her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. We kiss like it’s our first and last time. Devouring each other’s mouths. I feel fucking drunk on her taste, her scent, the feel of her soft curves against my body. I squeeze her perfect ass, and she moans into my mouth, running her hands through my hair, raking my scalp with her nails, pressing her lush tits into my chest. Making me feel like a fucking king.
When we pull back, we’re both grinning like goddamn lunatics.
“We’re going ring shopping.”
“What?”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight without a fucking boulder on your finger.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “You’re not well.”
I just smirk. “Let’s go.”
She blinks. “Now?”
“Now.”
An hour later, we’re walking intoCartier.
The salesperson takes one look at me and straightens. “Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you today?”
“Ring.”
Maya’s eyes go wide. “Mikhail, we can look at a few places first…”
I turn my frown her way.
The salesperson quickly jumps in, smart man. “Of course. Right this way.”
He leads us to a private room, leaving us with an assortment of food and drinks, and returns with trays of rings. All of them, huge.
Maya’s staring, gaping, eyes round.
“Pick one.”
“Misha, I wouldn’t even know where to start…”
I point to a massive oval diamond that would look beautiful on her delicate fingers. Picturing the gold band and sparkly stone on her brown skin.
She looks at it. Then at me. “Uh… that’s…”
I grab the ring and slide it on her finger. And my heart seizes… It looks beautiful. Fucking perfect.
