“Oh.” I pant. “Well if you don’t want to, I can think of plenty of other things to do so we don’t wonder ‘what if’.”
“One step at a time,” He says softly. “After all, if I lose my job..”
He pauses to pull on his coat. “We both know Gio won’t let me close to you.”
I snort. “Gio doesn’t own me.”
“He wants to,” Konstantin says as he slides into one shoe, then the other. “But I can’t imagine a single straight man being able to resist you.”
I rub my arm and walk him to the door. Konstantin gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. “Be good, Juliana. Stay inside the apartment. No more threats to run off alone.”
After a moment of staring at him, I realize he’s acting, just in case Gio is out there. He gently wipes below my lip, cleaning me up. “No more pouting. No more threats. Behave for me.”
God, anything he says in that low rumbly voice while looking at me like he wants to fuck me against a wall sounds amazing. I nod helplessly. “Yes, Konstantin.”
“Promise me and mean it.”
“I promise. I’ll stay inside tonight. I won’t make you come back.”
“Good.” He lightly kisses my cheek. “Have fun playing out the what if.”
“I will.”
And I absolutely will. Even though I have a feeling that none of my toys are anywhere near as big as him, I’m going to be thinking of him while using them. I let him out, don’t see Gio, but don’t linger either.
I have my pants off halfway to my room, then throw myself down and picture Konstantin staying with me, playing with me, showing me everything I’ve been missing out on, until I fall asleep, satisfied, with a smile on my face.
7
GIO
Isit patiently in the lobby of Juliana’s apartment. She comes down in a sundress. Black with cherries on it, making her pure temptation. It clings to her breasts while showing off her long tan legs. The wedges tone her thighs even more. She tosses her long hair over her shoulder, glances around, then comes to a pause.
Her dogs look up at her before she cools her expression and walks over to me. “What is it, Gio?”
“Konstantin has off today.”
“Shame. He’s fun.” She glances at her dark brown dog. “Sorry, Charlie. No attention from the big man today.”
The tan one sniffs my pant leg, then sits, eyes on me. Juliana puts a hand on her hip. “I already did my work.”
“I didn’t see you at the office.”
“Daddy has me working from home. Apparently, H.R. isn’t needed in the building unless there’s an issue.” She shakes her head.
I stand up, but the little dog doesn’t move. Juliana stays still a moment before putting on the fake smile. “Join me for lunch.”
“Of course.”
“Since you were going to anyway.”
I don’t bother to answer as we head to an expensive restaurant. When we sit, Juliana tells her dogs to lie down and they do right away. I nod to them. “They’re allowed in here?”
“Service dogs are allowed everywhere.”
“I’m buying,” I say, not bothering to linger on the topic.
“And deny me a chance to waste Daddy’s money?”