The Accountant

10. Shhhhh

Dominic

"Why do you have to come home with me tonight?"

He bit the fleshy side of his cheek to stop his smile. Instead of feeling irritated, he relished the idea of his detka getting impatient with him. It was infinitely better than her being too quiet. This passionate side of her --with expressive brown eyes spitting fire-- was a turn-on.

Damn! She was in a bad mood. His detka. Ever since they got inside the car, she scooted away from him, averted her gaze, and looked out the window. Her attention to the mundane scenery and her silent statement was as loud as a thunderstorm.

The fact they had spent the best part of the afternoon lolling in bed hadn't sweetened her prerogative.

He couldn't help it! He was addicted to her. She can't ever be out of his sight for far longer than five hours and she should get used to it. And that was inside the premises of his building where he could go see her anytime.

She was fidgeting in her seat, lips bowed in a pout. He won't allow that. He had to make her happy.

Her small hands slapped his off to stop him from plucking her from her comfortable space.

He held her in place on his lap firmly, ignoring her curses and epithets. His eyes crinkled at the corners of her inventiveness. Who would dare call him an obnoxious Russian jackass?

Pressing his lips to keep from grinning, he murmured soothing endearments to his baby girl. Pressing kisses on her fragrant hair.

Some of the tension left her body and she sagged in his arms. That's better.

"Tell me what has upset you, baby? She kept her arms folded in her new dress. Reminding him of one of the reasons why she was giving him the cold shoulder. His Beau does not want him to buy her costly girl stuff.

Why? All the women like it. Except, she is different from those women, moron.

Tsk. His conscience was right. He miscalculated once more.

Dominic stayed silent and waited patiently for her response.

" 'Tis my last day of work. I gave you the complete report and I thought this is our last day of...of...affair." She whispered the last word and tilted her face away from him.

Affair? Had he not made his intentions clear?

In bed you did, asshole.

Oh, shit! "Why the hell would you think that?" His palm cupped her right cheek so he could gaze at her velvety brown depths. Mentally frowning at the seriousness reflected in her eyes.

"Because that's true! This is mind-boggling sex and all but it's over." Beau replied in earnest. Truly believed her words. His scowl deepened.

"This is far from fucking over, detka. Never assume that." His voice was soft, octaves lowered. Lethal and uttered with finality.

She tried to suppress her shivers. He knew nonetheless. It was not from fear of his dominance. It was from excitement. He should not gloat. Not in front of her. But he was a scoundrel, so he did.

Her eyes narrowed and her hands clenched tightly.

What really amused him more was for the first time he found himself embroiled in a lover's quarrel. And he was enjoying it as fuck!

"This," she gestured to make her point. "This is not permanent, Dominic. We had our fun. It's over."

He blinked. Again, mentally shifting gears into place. Trying to plan his detka's surrender.