He’s still in the doorway, covered from neck to ankles in a black button-down shirt and dark graytrousers. We make a compelling couple—him huge and clothed in darkness next to my pale, skinnynear-nakedness.
He doesn’t say anything. I step slowly out of the center of the dress so I don’t trip on my heels. “Letme put the dress away, and we can—”
There’s a low groan behind me. “Belle. Fuck.”
I’m picking my dress up off the floor, confused about what Nikolai’s problem is, until I realize… I’mbent over. In a thong. In high heels.
I know exactly what his problem is: me.
“Oh I’m—I’m sorry,” I fumble, scrambling to make myself more decent. “I didn’t mean—”
But Nikolai’s hands are on me before I can get the words out. He grips my waist and pins me flatagai
