I let out a sigh and run my hand over my buzzed head. “She’s a virgin,” I finally say.
“You lucky fucking bastard,” he says with a laugh.
“She’s been saving herself for me,” I add, still not quite believing it.
“And we’re sitting here talking about this instead of you giving this poor girl what she’s been waiting for because why?”
When I don’t say anything, he says, “Don’t, Dima.”
“Don’t what?”
“I know that look.” He leans forward with his arms resting on his legs, the glass of vodka in his right hand still half full. “Don’t run from this. You need to let the past go and move on. It’s okay to let yourself be happy, and I have a feeling that this young virgin of yours could give that to you.”
“Careful, Kolya,” I say, switching to the short form of his name, “you’re starting to sound like an American.”
“The fuck you say.” He swings back the rest of his vodka. “I’m just tired of watching you pout.”
“Well, to answer your question, we’re not up here fucking because I told her I wanted her to think about it, to make sure it’s what she wants. Plus, I wasn’t about to take her virginity and then send her home.” I let out a groan and meet Nikolai’s eyes. “Home to her dad, the fucking chief of police. God, this is a mess.”
His laugh rings through the apartment, not doing anything to help me feel any better.
“All I ask is that you let me be there when you tell him that you’re fucking his daughter.”
“It would be funny if I was just doing it to piss him off, but, I don’t know,” I say, letting the sentence trail off.
“You care about her. Even I can see that.”
“You see everything,” I tell him with a grin. “You’re like a damn hawk.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “It’s my job. So, when is this deflowering supposed to take place.”
“If she doesn’t change her mind, she’ll be back tomorrow night.”
“You’re one lucky bastard,” he says again, and I know he’s right.
Standing up, he gives my shoulder a pat before putting his glass in the sink.
“Where are you going?”
“To the club, maybe I can find a virgin for myself.”
I laugh and say, “Yeah, I really doubt that, but good luck.”
“Fuck you,” he says with a grin. “You never know. Maybe some young, beautiful woman is out there right now, saving her perfect, untouched pussy just for me.”
When I laugh harder, he flips me off and leaves, intent on his mission. I have no doubt he’ll get laid. Women are always throwing themselves at him. I just doubt any of them will be untouched.
Just when I’m about to call Gina and ask why she hasn’t texted me yet, my phone vibrates letting me know I’ve got a new message.
Just made it back. Old Blue got me home safely so you can stop worrying now. ;)
I smile as I type out a response.What took you so long?
How do you know how long it should take me?
I had Anton give me your address when he dropped you off.
Wow, stalker much?