“Yes, Mr. Vetrov,” she sasses me.
My cock instantly hardens, and I give her a look of warning, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Frowning at me, she asks, “What do you mean?”
I wait for her to swallow the bite she took, then answer, “You calling me Mr. Vetrov makes me hard as fuck, but you’re in no condition for sex.”
Her face flushes, and she tries to hide behind her sandwich.
Tilting my head, my eyes narrow on her. “Why are you uncomfortable around me?”
Rosalie quickly shakes her head, her eyes widening. “I’m not.”
I give her a pointed look. “Bullshit. You look nervous. What’s going on?” When she starts to shake her head again, I ask, “Is it because you saw me kill?”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “I understand why you did it.”
“But?”
Her features tighten with nerves. “You’re intimidating.”
“I intimidate you?” I ask, not liking the sound of that at all.
“It’s weird to explain.” She sets the sandwich down. “I know you won’t hurt me, but after seeing how good you are at fighting… and killing, it’s hard not to be intimidated.” Her shoulders slump, then she mutters, “It doesn’t help that I’m so damn weak.”
I move closer and gently cup her cheek. When she looks up at me, I say, “I can train you. With the right exercise, you can get stronger.”
There’s a flicker of hope in her soft brown eyes. “Really? You’d do that?”
I point to her cast. “Once that’s off.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “Okay.”
I nudge her plate closer. “Eat.”
It’s quiet while we finish our food, and once we’re done, I place the plates in the dishwasher, then make sure everything is locked. Taking hold of Rosalie’s hand, I switch off all the lights and pull her up the stairs.
When we walk into the bedroom, I ask, “Do you want to bathe or shower?”
She looks down at the cast on her arm. “That’s going to be difficult.”
A wide grin spreads over my face. “Not if I help.”
She scowls at me. “You’re not bathing me.”
Taking a step closer to her, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck and lean down until my mouth brushes against her ear. I feel a tremble ripple through her body, then drop my voice low as I say, “I’m bathing you,moyaMalen'kaya Roza. I won’t take no for an answer.”
Her breaths speed up while her left hand grips hold of my shirt. “Okay.”
Pulling back, I wink at her. “I love it when you obey me.”
She narrows her eyes. “You play dirty, Mr. Vetrov.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. “So do you,moyaMalen'kaya Roza.”
Rosalie tilts her head. “I like it when you call me ‘Little Rose’ in Russian.” A cute expression settles on her face. “Can you say something else?”
“Ya lyublyu tebya,” I tell Rosalie I love her for the first time.