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I giggle to myself. I would love to watch those muscles flex when he lifts weights.

Oh my word, Anya, what is wrong with you? What has gotten into you?

I scrub my hair and body, condition, and then rinse it all off with the hope that my thoughts will be as clean as I feel by the time I get out and head to dinner.

I want to try and deny that I did it on purpose—but I can’t. I choose the tightest jeans I own and a little crop top that shows off the slight tone of my stomach muscles and I wear that to dinner.

I guess if I am going to embarrass myself by perving him—I may as well make it just as awkward for him.

To my enjoyment—it works. When I walk into the dining room Rodion’s eyes are already hungrily roaming over my body. I watch as his jaw clenches and his fist tightens around his phone which he was reading.

“You look nice,” he says tightly, as though he is trying to hold himself back from something.

“Thank you,” I reply cheerfully, taking a seat opposite him.

He pretends to return his focus back onto his phone, but I can see his eyes on me. I pretend not to notice, though and this silly game goes on throughout the whole of dinner.

Chapter 9 - Rodion

She is driving me crazy and I think she knows it now. It’s like she is doing it on purpose at this point and I can only assume it is because I walked away from her the last time we were almost intimate. Now she wants to punish me for that.

Even though that washerfault. She didn’t even want me, not really. It was too obvious, and I don’t want it to be like that between us.

But, for some reason, she wants to taunt me about it by flaunting her gorgeous curves at me every chance she gets.

It’s turning me on and it’s making it almost impossible for me to think around the house. I have to avoid her if I want to get any work done, but today is the day I am taking her on a tour of my one of my business operations. Being in her presence like this all day will be a challenge, but I told her I would teach her, so I will keep my word.

She wants to learn, and I am more than happy to teach her.

I’m not surprised at all that her brothers didn’t want to show her anything. I get it, they were trying to keep her safe. I made the same mistake with my own sisters, but it didn’t help.

Shielding her is not the right way to go about it, though. I tried to shield my own sisters in the beginning and later on realized it wasn’t fair of me. Now I know better. The more aware Anya is of what we do, and what our enemies are capable of, the more aware she will be of any dangers—and she can become better equipped to keep herself safe if she needs to.

Being blindsided because of naivety is not an option.

Lack of awareness is dangerous. I don’t want that for my wife.

We pull up outside the warehouse and I switch the engine off as I turn towards her.

Anya looks a mix of nervous and excited. She appears eager to get inside.

“It’s a bit rough in there,” I warn her, worried that it will be too much for her. I know she’s had some past experiences, including being kidnapped, but that doesn’t mean she will be able to handle this. I just want to keep her safe.

“Alright,” she shrugs, not worried in the least. “Let’s get going.”

She pushes the car door open and I hurry to follow her as she strides towards the entrance. I take her hand to stop her from walking in before me.

“Stay close, ok?” I say sternly. “This isn’t a playground. Other people aren’t going to be focused on you, they are paying attention to what they are doing, so you need to be careful where you walk.”

She rolls her eyes but does as I say and steps closer to me.

Walking inside, a loud clang of heavy machinery fills the air. Men are shouting instructions to each other across the massive floor space.

They look grimy, some covered in grease, some covered in general dirt, but all hard at work carrying and packing and sorting products of all kinds.

Anya doesn’t even flinch as we walk through the noisy, steel-clad environment. Someone pushes a metal trolly right across our path and I swear at him, telling him to look where he’s going. He turns to chirp back and then sees it’s me.

“Shit, sir, I’m so sorry. I was rushing. The one box of goods came in late and I want to get it—“

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