Page 6 of Twins for the Bratva

At this, he chuckled as he responded. “Why aren’t you, Miss Smarty Pants.”

“Well,” I said, rolling my eyes, “I kinda am, even if I have to admit it.”

This brought on a total fit of laughter. Once he stopped laughing, he sipped his whiskey before replying. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s a smart woman like you doing in a bar looking for life experience then?”

My cheeks instantly burned as I felt the blush radiate across it. Looking down, I replied in a softer tone. “I have a life. But it’s mostly consumed by studying and work.”

“Okay then,” he replied in his smooth tone as he lightly pulled me back to face him. “I could agree with that seeing as life experiences are also learning.”

This time, I laughed. Even though what he said made complete sense, it was funny. I felt my nerves calm as we talked. The feeling of danger and impending doom started lifting. He wasn’t only handsome but also funny.

“You almost ready to get out of that tight number you’re wearing?” he asked out of the blue.

I felt sure my face was glowing as the heat I felt a little while back intensified. My stomach was in knots as I smiled at him. My words appeared to have vanished as I felt my heart skipping a beat.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” I inquired teasingly.

“Well, let's go to my place, and I’ll show you,” he shot back at me, taking the last sip from his glass. He placed it down and slid off the chair. Standing beside me, he held out his hand again.

I drank the last bit left in my glass, took his hand, and stood up. “Let me just tell my friends I’m leaving,” I said as we approached the door.

He waited as I hurried over to the table. Leaning forward, we huddled in the middle. “I’m going with Konstantin to his place,” I whispered.

They all appeared quite amazed and excited but didn’t reply. Anucha squeezed my arm as I turned, heading back to him.

Konstantin took my hand, rested it on his arm, and walked me out. The evening breeze was much cooler than I had anticipated. The bar was nice and warm. It had a cozy feel to it. But feeling the night air outside, I had to pull my hand free to rub my arms.

Konstantin quickly took off his jacket. “Here,” he said, placing it around my shoulders and pulling me into his arm.

“Thank you,” I said softly, unexpectedly overwhelmed by his caring nature. We walked to a bright red Mustang parked inthe street. As he opened the door, I looked up at him, astonished. “Is this yours?” I asked.

Judging by his shiny suit and crisp white shirt, I expected he had money. But this, the car. My mind was spinning out of control. I didn’t expect such a fancy car.

He grinned as he waited for me to get in before closing the door and getting in on the other side. The leather seats froze the back of my thighs as I sat down. I felt my breath catching but didn’t show it.

“The seats will warm up now,” he said as he started the car and pressed a button on the dash. “I know they can be cold.”

“Oh, okay, I hadn’t noticed,” I lied, trying to hide my relief.

As promised, they heated up quite quickly. We had barely pulled out when I felt the cold subduing.

My stomach turned. I wasn’t sure it was only from the alcohol I had as I felt a bit nervous. I felt like a naughty schoolgirl sneaking out of class. I was excited and scared at the same time.

Chapter 4 - Konstantin

We hadn’t been driving long when I felt her hand settle on my thigh. Glancing at her, Dahlia smiled provocatively at me. “You had quite a bit to drink tonight,” I remarked.

She looked at my leg where her hand lay and traced little circles with her finger. Dahlia leaned closer as she spoke. I could feel her hot breath tickling my skin as she spoke. “How much longer?” She was swaying slightly as she sat back.

“I don’t think you really want to do this, sugar,” I added, taking another left. The apartment building wasn’t far now.

“How would you know what I want? Didn’t I tell you I want it?” she breathed out, moving her hand to my crotch. Her voice was laced with a deep need, which I felt sure was due to the excessive amount of alcohol.

Gently pushing her hand back down, I grinned at her. “Aren’t you an eager young lady?” I replied teasingly.

Lowering the seat slightly, she leaned back in it as she spoke softly. “Won’t you help me out of this dress?” Turning to face me, she placed one leg over the other, causing the dress to push up. Her silky-smooth skin called out to me as she pulled my hand down to her leg.

“Yes, I’ll help you, in a minute or so,” I replied, stroking her leg. I still didn’t know why I felt so attracted to her. I wanted to protect her innocence, but she made it very hard for me.

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