The Accountant

Chapter 10 Shhhh 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 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 his sight for far longer than five hours

and she should get used 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

from 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 on 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

believing 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! Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"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.

"And I beg to differ, moya lyubov. Even if I have to chain you to our bed and fuck sense into you, I'll do

it. Actually, that's not a bad idea. We will get to it when we reach home." Yeah. A very sound and

proven strategy. She was very complacent in bed. Why not take advantage of it.

She looked away from him once more and kept her mouth shut. He let her stew. They would be home

soon. Then he could set his plans into motion. Her resolved should have thawed a bit by then.

He hoped so.

***

"Why do you have a security detail all the time, Dom?" He sighed heavily when they stepped out of the

car.

He nodded, thanking Alec while his detka smiled sweetly at his general. What the...

So much for hoping. He scowled.

Damn! This tiny woman drove him crazy. From lust and contentment to jealousy and blinding rage in a

span of few seconds.

"Dominic, " she tugged at his sleeve, her face upturned, waiting for his reply. Glancing down, his eyes

softened immediately. He had also known --right from the moment he set eyes on her-- that he was

utterly and irrevocably fucked! By this slip of a woman. Who's IQ was out of this world, who spoke

several languages apparently and rocked his world in bed.

He would have preferred it if she had fallen asleep during the drive home. However, she was wide

awake and in full battle mode.

If her aim was to kick him out, then she must prepare for war. Because the mafia king had always

emerged victorious.

"That's for our protection. Let's go inside. We need to talk." He was getting impatient. This hurdle was

killing him. He was prepared to smash it away and be done with this bullshit.

Beau nodded. Her eyes were serious and misty. She had a faraway distant look in her beautiful brown

eyes. The last thing he wanted was to upset her. And she has never cried before --well except when

she was coming hard on his cock-- so her attitude right now alarmed him.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Beau asked softly as soon as they entered her cottage.

Sprawled on her fabulous red sofa, he shook his head. Patting the space, he beckoned. "Sit beside

me."

She settled to his right and faced him.

"Please listen and don't interrupt."

"Go on." Rough hands swallowed her small and dainty ones. Hers was cold. He made sure to rub her

palm to give her some heat.