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"No, sir.”
"Do you know the rules about male and female interactions around here?”
"Yes, sir.”
"Then I suggest you get out of here as fast as you can before I turn you over to someone who
will punish you accordingly. If I ever see you like this again"—Dimitri pointed to where I
cowered, half-dressed, on the couch—"I will be the one to punish you. And it will hurt. A lot.
Do you understand?”
Jesse swallowed, eyes wide. None of the bravado he usually showed was there. I guess there
was "usually" and then there was being held in the grip of a really ripped, really tall, and really
pissed-off Russian guy "Yes, sir!”
"Then go." Dimitri released him, and, if possible, Jesse got out of there faster than Dimitri had
burst in. My mentor then turned to me, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but
the angry, disapproving message came through loud and clear.
And then it shifted.
It was almost like he'd been taken by surprise, like he'd never noticed me before. Had it been
any other guy, I would have said he was checking me out. As it was, he was definitely studying
me. Studying my face, my body. And I suddenly realized I was only in jeans and a bra—a black
bra at that. I knew perfectly well that there weren't a lot of girls at this school who looked as
good in a bra as I did. Even a guy like Dimitri, one who seemed so focused on duty and training
and all of that, had to appreciate that.
And, finally, I noticed that a hot flush was spreading over me, and that the look in his eyes was
doing more to me than Jesse's kisses had. Dimitri was quiet and distant sometimes, but he also
had a dedication and an intensity that I'd never seen in any other person. I wondered how that
kind of power and strength translated into…well, sex. I wondered what it'd be like for him to
touch me and—shit!
What was I thinking? Was I out of my mind? Embarrassed, I covered my feelings with attitude.
"You see something you like?" I asked.