I’ll kill Dimitri myself.
“Dimi,” a blond girl smiles, sauntering over to us the moment we get on deck.
I stare at her and I’m envious. She’s got this amazing body, like a model. Big breasts, tiny waist, and a perfectly tiny, but curved ass. Her hair is long, thick, and tack straight and her eyes are a deep, devastating brown. And, if that’s not enough, she’s wearing a shirt that is shoving her breasts out of the top, and a skirt that’s so tight and short, I’m a hundred-percent sure she’s not wearing panties.
I suddenly feel very average. I mean, when is a red-headed girl ever pretty compared to a busty blonde? I lift my hand and stroke my fingers over my ratty red hair. It hasn’t been brushed for two days, and I’m feeling it. I pout. There’s absolutely nothing to me. No boobs, no ass. Granted, I’m not fat, but I’m so ridiculously tiny it’s unfair. My eyes are too big, too green, and my skin is too pale.
“Livvie,” Dimitri says, letting his eyes slowly travel over her body.
I turn my face away, and instead focus on the very blue water.
“Who’s she?” Livvie asks.
“She’s my business, not yours.”
Livvie eyes me as though I’m no more than a pathetic little girl who doesn’t deserve to be attached to the arm of what is clearly her man.
“Didn’t anyone tell you staring is rude?” I say, giving her a glare.
She straightens and flicks her blond hair over her shoulder. “There’s really nothing interesting to stare at, if you ask me.”
“I didn’t ask you.”
“Enough,” Dimitri says, his voice stern.
Livvie turns her eyes back to him and, I shit you not, bats her lashes in his direction. “How long until you’re rid of her?”
“I won’t be rid of her; she’s staying with me so I can watch her.”
Say what? I spin as far as my cuffs will allow and glare up at him. He stares down at me, and with the sun in his face the way it is now, his eyes look even more . . . translucent. He squints and lifts a hand over his eyes, shielding them, before saying, “Don’t bother arguing, you already know it won’t get you far.”
I feel my jaw tighten, but I don’t argue.
“So when can I see you?” Malibu Barbie asks, in a whiny voice.
“Tonight. I’ll put Bobby on guard and we can finish what we started last week.”
God, gross.
Malibu smiles at him, and actually slides her tongue out and presses the tip of her finger against it.
“Really?” I snort.
She shoots me a glare, and sashays over, taking Dimitri’s face and kissing him so deeply I look away with a flush. Holy shit. The way his jaw moves when he kisses . . . unforgettable. Malibu tears her mouth away and gives me a smug grin before turning and sauntering off.
“Well, that was an experience. Next time maybe let me go before you shove your tongue down Malibu’s throat.”
Dimitri is just tugging me toward the main room, when he stops and turns. He gives me a skeptical look. “Malibu?”
“You know? Malibu Barbie?”
There goes that lip twitch again.
“Well, Barbie or not, she fulfills her purpose here.”
“I just bet she does. She’s probably very used to being filled.”
Dimitri makes a choking kind of sound, but because we’re walking, and his back is to me, I can’t see if he’s smiling or if he’s grunting with annoyance.
He leads me down the first set of stairs, and I am vaguely aware of the layout. I don’t remember a great deal, but it’s familiar enough. He swings the door to what I guess to be his room open, and takes me inside. Wow. It’s far bigger than Hendrix’s room, like, twice the size. But then, his ship is twice the size. There’s a massive king-sized bed in the middle, and every piece of furniture is expensive. Most of it is wooden.
Dimitri walks me over to the bed and pushes me down onto it, before cuffing my wrist to the headboard. I gasp and tug. “You cannot keep me cuffed to a headboard.”
“You’ll be there while I’m busy, and when I’m not, you’ll be let off, but you won’t be leaving this room.”
“You’re a pig.”
He raises his brows and then shrugs. “I have things to do, you’re just a piece of the plan. I have no purpose to be kind to you.”
“Didn’t your mother teach you to respect women?”
His eyes instantly harden and he leans down, getting right up in my face. He seems to enjoy doing that.
“You claim to have such decency,” I snap. “But you’re treating me no better than you were treated. You hate Hendrix so much for leaving you, yet you’re no better than him, are you?”
His fists tighten, and his voice comes out gravelly and rough. “You know nothing about my situation.”
“I know your entire situation. It’s you, Dimitri, who doesn’t know about my situation. You’re still living in some pathetic fantasy that I’m important enough to make Hendrix do as you want. Maybe you should do your research before taking a person. If you did, you would see my life is the complete opposite to what you think.”
He stares at me for a long moment, before lifting his phone from his pocket and punching in a number.
“John, yeah, it’s Dimitri. I need information on a girl. I’ll pay whatever it takes.”
My mouth drops open.
“Yeah, her name is Jessica Lovenox.”