“No. It’s bad luck. I’m not even pregnant.”
He nipped at my neck. “But you might be.”
That we could. I was too nervous to take a test. My last menstrual cycle hadn’t lasted long and it had been so light. I didn’t want to know.
“Would you want a boy or girl?” I asked.
“Don’t care, just so long as it’s healthy. We’re going to have to find names and do all that boring stuff.”
I can’t help but smile. “You don’t like names?”
“What do I name our kid that won’t make it hate us?”
This I found adorable. He was worried about what our child would think of us based on his or her name.
Leaning back into his embrace, I thought about it. “You could give him your name.”
“Andrei Junior, no thanks. Trust me.”
“Is there a name you’d like?” I asked, tilting my head back.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but I haven’t thought about it.”
“I know. I haven’t thought about names either. I’ve thought about having a baby in my arms, but names are so … final.”
Andrei rubbed my arms. “Come on, let’s go and get something to eat. My treat.”
As if it would be anyone else’s.
Leo and Terrance were with us today but neither opened my door as Andrei was there, helping me inside.
I sat down, and thought of a name. “Billie?”
“For what?”
“A boy or girl.”
“Not happening.”
“You don’t like the name Billie?” I asked.
“No, I don’t.”
I rolled my eyes. “How about … Raymond.”
“No.”
“You’re not being very helpful.”
“I like the name Lucifer.”
“You’re not being fair now.” I nudge his shoulder, but I can’t stop laughing.
“What about Bell?”
“To ring?” Andrei asked.
“You’re not being very helpful,” I said, taking a deep breath.
“I am being very helpful.” He took my hand and locked our fingers together. “I’m telling you all the names that are not going to work. How about Lucille?”
“I like that name, but no.” I sighed. “We’re not even pregnant and we’re arguing about names.”
“You being pregnant is completely inevitable,” he said.
I smiled and he cupped my cheek and kissed me. Staring into his eyes, I had this overwhelming feeling to tell him that I loved him. It came completely out of nowhere. I didn’t say the words but I did come close.
Sinking my teeth into my lip, I held the words back. Did I love this man? Could it even be possible? He didn’t love me. I was a job to him. He’d married me on boss’s orders.
Andrei moved his thumb to my lip and tugged. “Don’t bite that,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because it makes me want to do a whole lot of wicked things to you.” He kissed me. It started out gentle, and then he pressed harder against me, trailing his tongue across my lips, and when I opened, he plunged inside. I moaned his name, wrapping my arm around his neck, holding onto him, not wanting to let go.
His hand moved down my body, gripping my hip.
Cupping his face, I kiss him back, not wanting it to stop. He’s not touching my pussy, but I desperately want him. All too soon, he broke the kiss, lifting up and away from me, and I miss his touch the moment it’s gone, but it’s a good thing he did so. We’re at the restaurant.