Thoughts of Dimitri and his notorious mind-fucks prick at my brain, and I straighten, folding my arms across my chest. “Explain.”
My words are harsher than intended, but I don’t back down. No matter that worry forms a line between Evie’s eyebrows, or how her lips seem stuck softly open, like she wants to say something but I’ve scared her silent, I need answers. Because if Dimitri is trying to recruit me, we’ve just entered a whole new realm of deep shit.
But when her posture shifts uncomfortably, and I’m not sure if she’s guilty, or nervous, or if those hot little numbers on her feet are causing her arches to fall right before my eyes, I can’t help easing up a little. Okay, a lot.
“Just tell me,” I say gently.
Evie clears her throat and sucks in a deep breath, which I enjoy more than I should in the moment, and has the balls to blurt out, “I need you to fuck me.”
Staring blankly at her, I give myself a subtle pinch. Nope. Not dreaming. Digesting her words, I repeat them back to her.
“You need me to . . . fuck you?”
She squints at me in disbelief. “Are we back to you repeating my words?”
“Only when the words that escape your lips bear repeating. And it’s not every day a woman asks for that.” Joking, I add, “I usually only get those requests on Thursdays.”
Her shoulders drop, and her head falls into her hand. “Damn it. Sorry. Is it your night off?”
“My night off?” I repeat.
Flustered, she scowls at me. “Honestly, I’m n-nervous enough about this. And I’d make an appointment, but there’s no time. I have no idea when Dimitri is coming back, and I need you to do it before he returns. So, chop-chop. Or bang-bang. Just tell me how it works. It’s my first time.”
My mood shifts from amused to dismayed to outright pissed. Dimitri’s words flood back to me, and I growl out, “I don’t do three-ways.”
Anymore. And sure as hell not with fucking Dimitri Antonov.
Aghast, she raises her hands in full denial. “I am not asking for a three-way.”
Totally confused now, I lay into her. “I’m not sure where you got the impression that I’m the kind of guy to jump in between an engaged couple, but I’m not. Even if you’re . . . virginal.”
“No, I’m not asking for that. And what do you mean by virginal?”
“You said it was your first time.”
Her nostrils flaring, she glares at me as her voice lowers to a hush, even though it’s only her and me. “I am not a virgin.”
I feel my brow lift as the tightening knot in my neck relaxes. No cheating. No three-way. Loads of money. Wants me to fuck her. Yup, still confused.
I think long and hard for about a minute before giving up on any further analysis, because with this girl dressed like sex personified, I can’t think.
“Okay, let’s start again. You need a favor. One that apparently involves you and me. Fucking.” I enunciate the last word, letting it end more like a question. “And you’re not a virgin, but it’s your first time. Doing what, exactly?”
“Hiring a . . . uh . . . professional.”