Page 67 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

When we get home, Tia stands at the top of the stairs, staring down the long passageway to her bedroom.

She seems hesitant about something.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Um. Do you think, maybe, the housekeepers could move my stuff to your room?” she asks nervously.

“You want to share my bedroom with me?” My heart is beating so hard in my chest, and I’m doing my absolute best to act cool and calm about this. But inside I’m screaming with happiness.

“If that’s okay with you? I just—sleeping next to you was so—" She bites her lip.

“I’ll have them sort it out right away. Leave your bag here in the hallway. Go down at have some tea, and when you’re done it will be moved.”

She grins at me, tilting her head to the side as she examines my face, trying to read my expression.

Then she giggles softly and wrinkles her nose. “I’ll make you coffee,” she says, turning back down the stairs and heading to the kitchen.

I can’t believe it.

I can’t believe that shewantsto share a bed with me.

I shake my head. I still have to be careful of all of this.

She is graduating next week. College will be finished, her debts are eighty percent paid and finished as well, and she has agood job at my company, which means her record is perfect and she will be able to apply for a good position in any company she chooses; basically, all in all, our entire arrangement and reason for getting married is almost fulfilled.

Once she graduates, she will be free to divorce me as we agreed.

I can’t let her do that.

I know I gave her my word, but I can’t let her walk away from me like that.

I have to figure something out. I have to keep her close.

***

After dinner Tia is standing in my bedroom, our bedroom, slowly undressing. It’s not intentional, but she is seducing me with every movement she makes.

All she is doing is standing in front of her closet, looking for something comfortable to sleep in, but from where I’m standing, she is a goddess, flaunting her perfect body, teasing me to the point of oblivion.

When she pulls an oversized tee shirt over her head, tugging it down her body, hiding her perfect cures, you would think that the attraction might fade, but it doesn’t. She looks so cute in that massive shirt—I still can’t take my eyes off her.

She steps to the side of the bed, pulling the covers back. She slips her legs beneath them, wiggling down against the pillows.

I want to reach out and drag her against my body, but I also don’t want to be too pushy or filled with expectation now that she has asked to share my room.

I flick the bedside light off and snuggle down against my own pillow on my side, facing her.

I feel her shifting in the bed, moving closer to me, until the curve of her back is snuggled against the curve of my front.

I grin and wrap my arm around her, pulling her even closer.

I won’t push my luck further than that, but my body is screaming at her touch.

I’m completely obsessed with her.

***

At work I start passing more and more projects her way. Important ones linked to big clients. Names she recognizes and knows only the top people in the company handle.

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