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Even Nikolai couldn't answer that.

"I need you to get a dress for Lisa," Nikolai ordered out of the blue, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"What?" Lisa and Dmitri said in unison, both turning around to look at him in confusion. Ignoring Dmitri, Nikolai pulled Lisa closer to him roughly and caressed her face. "Go out on a date with me."

It wasn't a question, like Lisa had seen in all those romantic dramas that had serenaded screens growing up, where the girl started blushing and the man looked like he had accomplished a great feat. It was nothing like that.

Instead, it was a command that left Lisa with no other choice. But even if Nikolai had gotten down on one knee to ask her, albeit dramatically, she still would have nodded her head so ecstatic as she was doing now.

"Okay," she said excitedly, her head bobbing up and down. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

It was all Lisa could think about as she got her tattoo a few minutes later - a trail of birds from a single leaf on her left wrist - that the pain barely registered. Nikolai got a matching tattoo, too, much to her surprise.

Maybe everything was fine now. Perhaps Nikolai finally realized that he had fallen for her.

Lisa couldn't be more wrong in her thoughts.

Chapter Nineteen

Nikolai knew the only reason he had spontaneously asked Lisa out on a date was to facilitate his plans of letting her family know that he had her. So, why was he doing something different? Since they got here, he had been unable to pry his eyes off her. It had something to do with her black dress, as dark as night - his second favorite color now.

It was a flare dress that clung to her small waist and spread out from that point, stopping right above her knees. The upper part was a corset with little emeralds on them, twinkling into the night, as bright as her gray eyes. The rise of her boobs was visible from the top of the corset, almost like Dmitri knew what he was doing when selecting that dress.

Fuck the bastard.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Lisa asked for the umpteenth time, purposely teasing him by batting her lashes as she grabbed her glass of wine.

"Because I can," he answered matter-of-factly, even when his mind screamed at him to press the brakes on his thoughts. In the span of just fifteen minutes, he had imagined how he could lift her dress up and press her against the table, stuffing his dick in her pussy he was damn sure was wet by now. She was as horny as he was. It was a good thing he had rented the diner out for the night, so there was no other person in there.

But this was a date, and he was going to do it the right way, at least for Lisa and his sick plans.

"Do you always have to be so assertive in your answers?" Lisa questioned, chuckling and shaking her head, her freshly done curls bouncing all over the place. Nikolai was struck by the sound of her laughter, like a concert he would gladly pay to attend.

"Do you always have to be so damn hot?"

Well… Maybe those weren't the exact words he had thought would fall from his lips, but by the time he caught himself, it was already too late to reframe them. And there was no need to, because a bright red patch appeared on her skin, and she dived into her glass of wine again, blocking Nikolai from seeing how affected she was by his words.

She bit her lips and regarded him intently from the lips of the glass, clueless as to the havoc she was wrecking in him.

"Krastoka," Nikolai moaned suddenly.

Lisa gasped in response, and the glass slipped out from her hands, but Nikolai lunged out before it could reach the floor, catching it mid-air. "Be careful, krastoka. It's one thing that I can sense how wet you are for me from over here, but it's another when you can't control your muscles as a result. Makes me want to eat you here on this table."

When he says stuff like that, I can barely form a rational thought. What do I say now?

"Unless you want me to go ahead," Nikolai offered, answering her unasked question.

"What if someone walks in on us?" Lisa questioned as Nikolai got up, grabbed the bucket of ice, and pulled her to an empty table.

"Then I'll pluck out their eyes for staring at you."

"But Dmitri did."

"Who says I almost didn't kill him right there and then?"

"Who says you did?"

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