Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Maksim made his target, just, but when my phone buzzed, announcing a change in my roster from an early shift to a daytime shift, he switched off my alarm, then returned to fucking me like he hadn’t found release only five minutes earlier.
It was a glorious night of orgasms and, shockingly, six-plus hours of sleep.
I’ve never felt more alive.
I freeze mid-stretch when a familiar voice warns, “If you keep moaning like that, I’m going to shove a blunt object into my ear.” Zoya waits for our eyes to align before grinning. “I love you, girl, but I heard you moan enough the past weekend to last me a lifetime.”
Her grin doubles when I match her maturity with a tongue poke.
After finalizing my stretch, I ask, “What are you doing here, Z? Miss me already?”
A restful slumber isn’t responsible for my cheery mood. I’m a new woman solely from more orgasms than I can count.
Zoya wiggles her brows. “Always.” She moves closer to my bed. “I also thought I should check that you’re okay with me working with Maksim. You say I have a mile-long jealous streak, but you seem to have forgotten I learned all my best tricks from you.” I scoff but don’t get a single word in. “Don’t scoff me. You were about ready to tear that air hostess a new butthole before Maksim took out the trash.” She flops onto the bed, sending pillows and bedding flying into the air. “And I saw your stage storm-off at the bikini comp. That was gold-class jealousy.”
“He was being a twit.”
She rolls onto her stomach and kicks her legs in the air. “He was, but for a good reason.” As quickly as my confusion arrives, she leaps off my bed and gets back to business. “Anyhoo, when Maksim offered me a job, I accepted it without considering how you’d feel about me being at your man’s side more than you. You know I’d never do anything.” Her smile quickly fades. “I would never disrespect you like that. But I still should have asked you.” She looks seconds from falling to her knees as the glint in her eyes turns pleading. “Do you hate me?”
“Never, Z.” I try to hold in my spitefulness, but it rears its head too quickly for me to shut down. “How could I when you’ll keep the skanks away from my husband.”
She fans her hands out in front of herself. “Why do you think I accepted his offer?”
I laugh, wishing she was joking but aware she isn’t.
With my shift not starting for another hour, I pretend I have all the time in the world for girl talk. “What exactly does your new position entail?”
Zoya twists her lips. “I’m not exactly sure. I think it has more to do with you than Maksim, but we haven’t hammered out all the details yet.”
“Me?” I ask, too shocked to articulate more.
“Uh-huh. This kind of gave it away.” She moseys to my open door, thanks someone on the other side, then wheels in a breakfast feast fit for a king. It is brimming with every breakfast treat you could think of and enough coffee to keep me awake for a week. “He also asked me to give you this.”
I drag my eyes away from a massive stack of pancakes when she hands me an envelope. The card inside is basic, but the worth of the black card that falls out couldn’t be mistaken even by someone without a cent to their name.
My heart flutters when I read Maksim’s message.
For whatever your heart desires.
M xx
When Zoya reads the message, she moans before adding words to the disturbing sound. “I’m seriously getting a lady boner for your husband.”
I give her a look as if to say, Keep your mitts off my husband, before I place the credit card onto the bedside table and offer for her to join me for breakfast. She crosses her heart like she does anytime she makes a promise before she beats me to the stack of pancakes I was eyeing off.
We’re almost in a carbohydrate coma by the time Maksim returns to my room. He hands Zoya a sheet of paper that smells recently printed before his eyes stray to me. He drags them down my body like my wrinkled scrubs, messy bun, and makeup-free face are more appealing than the skimpy dress and fully made-up face I donned at Aleena’s hen night.
“Are you ready?” His voice is husky and deep and has me wishing I had more than fifteen minutes before my shift starts.
“Almost.” I spritz myself with deodorant and slip my feet into the pumps I’ve almost worn to death, before saying, “Now I’m ready.” I wiggle my fingers at Zoya while making my way to Maksim, who is standing at the entrance of the room. My nostrils flare when I press my lips to the edge of his mouth. He smells like coffee, buttered toast, and me. “I’ll see you tonight.”