Sasha
Learn to obey. The asshole had to be fucking out of his mind. I was furious, my mind reeling at all the horrible things I wanted to do to the man. Hissing, I was actually stunned that his anger wrapped around him like a viper. He was volatile, capable of flying off the handle at any moment. I seemed to have a very distinct effect on him. What the hell was the night in my studio about? Lies? Deceit? Yeah, he did everything in his power to make certain I fell for his bullshit. He had another think coming.
I eased off the island, struggling to right my dress. I was quivering to the core, and I wasn’t entirely certain it was because of the nastiness of our exchange or the way my body had reacted to his touch. And I hated myself more than ever, shame enshrouding over me, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
My hands were shaking as I attempted to step into my panties. The scent of my climax made me sick to my stomach. I wanted a long, hot shower to wash away the ugliness. I heard the sound of his office door slamming, his rage continuing. I’d pushed his buttons. What a pity. Chuckling, I glared at the spoon, surprised that he hadn’t broken anything after his second temper tantrum of the day.
I managed to open the wine, pouring then almost sloshing over the rim. After taking several gulps, I gripped the counter, trying to calm my nerves. This was a freaking nightmare.
I heard thudding boots coming down the hallway only seconds later, the same hulking mass of a man appearing in the doorway. At least I had a name. He said nothing at first, studying me with much kinder eyes than I’d experienced in the car. Perhaps he felt sorry for me given August’s bad behavior. “Bruno, I presume?”
He nodded as he folded his hands in front of him.
“I don’t bite, Bruno.”
He said nothing.
“Although I have been known the throw a mean punch now and again.” I couldn’t help but smile. He was just a man trying to do his job. Hell, I honestly didn’t know how the regime of a Mafia kingpin was comprised or what his role truly was.
This time, Bruno snorted.
I took my time refilling the crystal goblet, placing the opener back in the same drawer I found it. I’d not certain why I was surprised August’s kitchen was equipped just like any other household, complete with messy drawers. He was a human being after all. I took another sip of wine then noticed Bruno’s intense stare. “Would you like to share a glass with me?”
Bruno blinked once as if in reply.
“Oh, that’s right. You’re on duty. I certainly hope you don’t work twenty-four hours a day.” I took a sip, studying his physique. He was well dressed for a henchman, a nicely tailored suit, even for his size, a sharp and obviously expensive tie and a crisp white shirt.
Bruno seemed uncomfortable, aware that I was scrutinizing him, shifting from foot to foot. He finally glanced at his watch.
“Am I keeping you from something, maybe wiping August’s ass?” If I didn’t know better, I’d say the man actually cracked a smile. “Fine. I guess we won’t have a conversation.” I headed in his direction, stopping short before reaching him and grabbing the bottle. “Fuck it. A girl needs something to do in this mausoleum.”
He blinked again, allowing me to pass and I headed directly for the stairs. I was still cautious of him, uncertain what to expect. I’d spent the first night in a guest room, or so I’d been told. Where was I being led to now? Had August assumed that I’d be spending my nights with him? Was there a cage in an empty room somewhere, complete with chains and baffles so no one could hear me scream? A cold chill swept into my system. I was just as sick to my stomach as when I’d arrived, but there was also a part of me that was forced into at least limited resignation.
For now.