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“Do you drink?”
“Not really, why?”
“Would you take shots with me?”
“You trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me or something?”
“And what if I was?”
“I would have absolutely no problem with that at all.”
Dima leaned across the table and kissed my lips. I fell into him, opening my mouth slightly, giving him more access. He fed me his tongue, and I graciously accepted every lick, suck, and slurp.
“Damn, you better stop before I take you in that bathroom right now.”
I offered him a smile because I damn sure wasn’t about to object. Dima could have this pussy right here on the dinner table if he wanted it. I raised a finger to wave over the waiter.
We ordered one shot after another until we were on our feet, swaying to the music. There wasn’t any specific song playing,just a soft melody that made me feel closer to him with each note.
“You not drunk, are you?” Dima asked when I stumbled a little too hard over my own feet.
“Dima, ladies don’t get drunk. We sip.”
I giggled, causing him to do the same. He spun me around in his arms so that my back rested against his chest. His hands cradled my waistline as we continued our little sway.
“Thank you for letting me have you the way you did the other day. I understand it’s risky with me working for your father and all. I won’t be there forever, and when I leave, I want to take you with me.”
Dima spoke directly into my ear, making my whole body heat up. Every last one of my nerves danced at the thought of leaving with him.
“You’re welcome,” I said, letting my head lay on his chest.
I was happy the night was able to go smoothly, but it didn’t quiet the feeling I had. I needed to know what was going on with Dima.
He’d turned his ringer off after that phone call, but I could still see his phone lighting up when we sat back down at the table. Someone blew his phone up the whole night, and he refused to answer.
“Yo, I actually need to get you home. I got some business I need to take care of.”
He looked down at his phone as it lit up again.
“Yeah, I can tell by the way your phone keeps blowing up.”
“I’m sorry about that. But maybe we can do this again.”
“Only if you leave your phone in the car next time.”
“I got you.”
And still, even though everything in my body told me not to, I believed Dima when he said he had me, and I would be holding on to his promise of us leaving all of this behind.
“Why am I here?”
I couldn’t believe I had to come into this place today. Fitz blew up my phone all last night. Now, I had just walked into the Jackson field office. If his back-to-back calls hadn’t already pissed me off, summoning me here this morning did.
There were few things that required an undercover agent to come into the field office, so I knew he was on some bullshit. Fitz had messed up my date with Maeve last night by calling my phone like a bitch. He was tap dancing on my last nerve.
“Because I needed you here for the brief. They want to know about the border meet, and having you here with me will help paint the picture a little better.”
Atlas had been skeptical of Fitz since the first day I told him about this mission, but now I thought he might have been right not to trust him. The phone conversation we had at the border meet was unnecessary and almost blew my cover. Now he’d put my life at risk again by asking me to be here this morning because he needed help with his job.
