I shake my head no, because as crazy as it sounds, I don’t want to do anything that will get this man in trouble. Maybe it’s my moral obligation to turn him in and confess everything, but I know I’m not going to. Belsky was a perv, and I don’t think Aleksandr was lying to me about his sex trafficking side business. From every direction I look at it, the world is a better place without him in it, and I’m sure as hell not willing to give up the man standing right in front of me just so the police can satisfy their curiosity.
“I’m fine,” I tell him, giving another shake of my head. “I can do this.”
“That’s my girl.” He kisses me again, sending a thrill through me at his words and at the soft brush of his tongue along mine.
When we pull apart, I take a deep breath before he grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. I don’t question why he’s walking me to my locker. I’m just happy to have his solid presence next to me. Right before I’m about to open the door to the room, one of the officers steps closer and holds out his hand to us.
“Do you work here, ma’am.” he asks, flipping open a small notebook he’s carrying while his partner keeps leaning against the wall, eyeing two young women standing in line at a coffee kiosk.
“Yeah,” I say, trying my best to sound completely innocent and not involved in this in any way.
“Name?”
“Holly Knightly. Well,” I say, giving a smile and looking up at Aleksandr. “It’s Holly Lenkov now, but I haven’t had a chance to change my paperwork here yet.”
The cop looks at the two of us, and his brown eyes look more bored than anything. I had envisioned a CSI sort of thing with forensics walking around taking samples and instructing everyone to not walk in certain areas, but this is just sad. It almost makes me feel bad for Belsky and the obviousI don’t care if this bastard is ever foundvibe that I’m picking up on.
“When was the last time you saw your boss, Mr. Belsky?” He flips through his notebook again. “One of your coworkers said that you mentioned you were going to talk to him after work the other night. Is that true?”
“Yeah, but what is this about?” I ask, proud of myself for remembering that I’m not supposed to know any details.
“Mr. Belsky didn’t show up for work yesterday, and no one’s been able to get in touch with him. We went to his house, but he’s not there. We’re just trying to find out what’s going on.”
“Oh, that’s terrible,” I say, leaning into Aleksandr even more. He tightens his arm around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head.
“I was supposed to talk with him that night, but he wasn’t in his office, so I just left. It’s not unusual for him to leave early. I figured he just forgot and left.”
“What were you supposed to talk to him about?”
“The schedule,” I say, and then I decide to throw in, “I told him I needed to put in my two weeks’ notice because of our wedding. I haven’t told my coworkers yet.” I smile at Aleksandr again. “Our marriage was kind of a spur of the moment thing.”
The officer makes a couple more notes and then asks for my cell number in case they need to get in touch with me again. Finally, he puts the notebook away and looks at the two of us. “Congratulations on your wedding,” he says before walking back to his partner.
I push the door open and walk through before he can ask me any more questions. As soon as the door shuts, Aleksandr is pressing his lips to mine, kissing me hard, making me forget all about how stressed and nervous I just was.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers against my lips.
“Did I do good?”
“You did perfect.” He smiles and gives me a wink. “Nice touch adding the two weeks’ notice detail.”
“Thanks.” I reach up and tug on the scarf he’s wearing. “Probably a good thing your neck tattoo was covered up.”
“And why’s that?” he asks, giving my bottom lip a soft bite.
“Because it makes you look dangerous.”
“But I am dangerous,lisichka.”
“I know.” My words come out in a breathy rush. I realize how close I am to jumping in Aleksandr’s arms and begging him to take me back home and to bed. “This is insane,” I finally whisper.
“It is,” he agrees.
“I shouldn’t feel this way about you already.” I look around at the empty locker room, groaning when I see the exact spot I was standing in when I saw Mr. Belsky get shot. “I shouldn’t be standing here thinking the things that I’m thinking.”
“What are you thinking?” The mischievous grin he gives me lets me know he knows exactly what’s on my mind.
“About this,” I say, running my hand over his hard cock and making him groan and narrow his green eyes at me.