Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
In all the years of Mikhail’s bullying in high school, she never once thought he’d be the best of two evils. It was crazy! Insane.
And yet, her lips still tingled from the kiss she had granted him just moments before. She finished brushing her teeth, ran a comb through her hair, and then stepped back into the bedroom to find more clothes waiting for her on the bed.
Galina walked to the bed and picked up the first item, a black sports bra, with a racerback. There were a pair of pants, as well as some leggings, and that was it.
She took a deep breath. She had no idea what he had planned, but either way she’d find out.
Removing the clothes she’d worn for bed, she placed them on the edge of the bed and quickly changed into the sports bra, panties, and leggings. They were all tight-fitting and as she moved toward the mirror to see how she looked, she didn’t like the skin it revealed. Not that she had a problem with her body. She accepted that dieting was not for her. It was pointless.
Grabbing the long shirt from the bed, she pulled it over her head, and then made her way back into the bathroom, tossing the sweatpants into the wash, and walking out to find Mikhail in the kitchen.
He was standing at the stove, looking every single part the man in control as the scent of bacon and eggs filled the air. She didn’t even realize she was hungry, until the smells of the cooking hit her. Her mouth watered.
Mikhail hadn’t seen her, or if he had, he wasn’t giving anything away. For several seconds, she looked at him, watching. He used some tongs to flip the bacon over, and from where she stood, it already looked crispy.
His penthouse apartment had a semi-open space plan. She couldn’t see straight through, but now, from where she stood in the dining room, she could see him cooking. From the dining room, she also saw the sitting room, as well as the main doorway, that led to the bedrooms. This place was huge. He had to have more bedrooms than the one.
“Are you going to come and pour yourself a cup of coffee, or are you going to keep drooling?” Mikhail asked, without even looking up from his flipping of the bacon and stirring the scrambled eggs.
She loved scrambled eggs. It was one of her favorite breakfasts. Bacon, not so much, but it went well with the eggs.
“I didn’t know you knew how to cook,” she said.
He laughed. “There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“Will Peter be joining us for breakfast?” she asked, not interested in knowing exactly what Mikhail was referring to.
She didn’t need to know anything more than she already did. As far as she was concerned, she already knew too much.
Stepping into the kitchen, she heard him tut.
“Do you even realize you do that a lot? The tutting?” she asked.
“The shirt needs to go.”
“I don’t go around showing off my body, thank you. I’m not going to start now.”
“After breakfast, we’re going to the gym. Trust me, you’re not going to need it.” He began to serve up their breakfast.
Galina poured herself some nice, hot coffee. So, Mikhail knew how to make coffee. It did smell good. She didn’t need milk, cream, or sugar. Just black coffee. She breathed in the scent and released a little moan of contentment. Galina took a sip, and then moaned. It was so good.
Okay, so it was officially not fair. Mikhail knew how to make coffee and cook.
“Do you want to enjoy your orgasmic coffee while eating breakfast?” Mikhail winked at her, and she shot him a glare, but took a sip of her coffee. Even though it was steaming, it tasted so good.
She followed him back to the table.
Scrambled eggs, bacon, and some slices of toast. She picked up a piece of toast, took a large bite, and then scooped up some eggs. They were so good. After taking her third bite of toast, she put the rest down on her plate and cut into the bacon.
So Mikhail could cook a good breakfast.
She had nearly eaten all her food when she remembered she had a cup of coffee to enjoy. Picking it up, she took a sip. It was still hot, but it tasted good.
She chanced a glance at Mikhail to see his breakfast was already gone, and that he’d sat back, enjoying his coffee while watching her. She didn’t like him watching her.
“Don’t mind me,” he said.
“Why are you watching me?”
“It’s not illegal for me to do so.”
“I know that, but don’t you have something more important to be doing, like reading the paper? Checking mails? Reading texts?”
This made him laugh.
“Your brother texted. He needs a bit more time before he comes and collects you and takes you home, so we’re heading to the gym.”