I have a billion and one questions, but before I can keep eavesdropping, the men disperse without a word. The moment Lev and Yulian melt back into the crowd, a woman steps towards Anton.
If I thought Queen Jasmine was beautiful, then this woman is on another level. She’s dressed in a scarlet red mini-dress with a low back and a scooped neckline that has her enviable cleavage on full display.
Her hair is blonde. But unlike mine, it looks like it’s been crafted from waves of spun gold. It hangs down her back where her softly tanned skin disappears underneath the thin, crisscrossed straps of her dress. She’s in towering heels that make her already long legs even longer.
“Jhené,” he greets.
I roll my eyes. Jhené. Of course she’d have a supermodel name that matched her supermodel face and her supermodel body. Also, not sure how this is relevant, but Anton seems to have a thing for girls whose names start with “J.” Weird fetish, but okay.
“How are you?” he asks.
“Great as always,” she says with a flirtatious little giggle. “Daddy didn’t want me coming tonight.”
“And why is that?”
Something twists down my spine. It’s so wrong—the levity in his words. The way his hand flutters on her hip like he knows I’m watching. He isn’t talking to Jhené the way he talks to me, all backhanded jokes and threats. He’s going all suave and seductive.
“He said tensions are high.”
Anton nods. “Your father has always been perceptive.”
“For the record, I don’t believe it,” she says, resting her palm on the lapel of his unbuttoned coat. “And off the record, she had it coming anyway.”
Then she winks at Anton.
The smile stays on his face, but he gently plucks the glass from her hand. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.”
He places his hand on her waist and steers her around. I watch them walk away, and I realize they’re probably the most beautiful couple I’ve ever seen in my life.
I wrinkle my nose and spin around—only to realize Lev is staring at me. He was watching me watch them. I immediately go beet-red, avert my gaze, and move quickly around the room.
“Having fun?”
I turn to the side and do a double take when I see who spoke. A second later, I realize it’s not Anton I’m looking at. It’s his brother.
And he’s looking at me like he wants something.
God, I’m getting sick of this family.