Page 6 of Savage Truce

Anastasia’s hand pauses on the hanger she’s about to slide to the side as her gaze drifts over me, then her body tenses enough for me to notice, and caution creeps over her face.

I’m used to people reacting like this around me. Someone in my line of work, who deals with the most sadistic fuckers in the world on a daily basis, tends to make normal people’s fight-or-flight instinct kick in. Danger hangs around me like a cloak, and most of them can sense it.

But as I look at the beautiful blond, the last thing I want to do is scare her.

Stepping closer, I keep my tone soft as I say, “I can see you’re busy.” The corner of my mouth lifts slightly. “Would you mind helping?”

Anastasia swallows before nodding. “Not at all.” Her voice is sweet as she comes closer. “Can I see the button?”

I hand it to her before shrugging my jacket off, my eyes not leaving her. Taking the jacket, her gaze darts to mine before she quickly looks away and walks to a table that’s situated against the wall on the other side of the room.

Wanting to come across as less threatening, I pull out one of the chairs by another table and sit down. Digging my phone out of my pocket, I quickly send Andrei a text telling him I won’t be out soon so he and Sergei don’t come in guns blazing, thinking something has happened to me. Both men have been with me for close to a decade and tend to be overprotective.

I hear people laughing, and it sounds like someone is giving a speech.

“Sorry for keeping you,” I say, my eyes drinking in every inch of her.

Christ, no woman has ever caught my attention the way this one has.

She’s young, though. Probably early twenties.

Anastasia shakes her head while sewing the button on way too fucking fast for my liking. “You’re not keeping me.”

Once she’s done, she hesitates for a moment before meeting my gaze and holding it for a little longer this time. “I can fix the fit too. If that’s okay with you. I won’t take long.”

Interesting.

“You noticed?” When her cheeks begin to turn pink, a smile tugs at my mouth, and I relax back in the chair. “I don’t mind at all. There’s no rush.”

She stares at me for a second before turning the jacket inside out. I love how her fingers move over the fabric as she checks something near the collar. I have no idea what she does after that because I’m too busy eye-fucking every voluptuous inch of her body.

A few strands of hair fall into her face as she leans forward, but she tucks them behind her ear, and I find the way she moves damn-near hypnotic.

She seems to enjoy what she’s doing, which is a rare thing. Most people hate their jobs.

Once again, I take in the full swell of her breasts, and knowing they’ll be more than a handful makes my cock harden fucking fast. Leaning forward, I rest my forearms on my thighs to hide my hard-on and tell myself to stop eye-fucking her before she notices.

Iisus Khristos, she’s fucking beautiful.

Too soon, Anastasia cuts the loose threads and inspects her work while she gets up from the chair. When she brings the jacket over, I have to suppress the urge to rip the damn thing apart so she’ll have more to fix.

Her eyes only touch on mine for a second as she asks, “Can you try it on?”

Climbing to my feet, I tower over her even though she’s not as short as most women, the top of her head reaching to my upper chest.

After I slide my arms into the sleeves, she moves around me, and when her hands brush over my shoulders as she checks the fit, a shiver runs through me from how fucking good it feels to be touched by her.

“It’s not perfect, but it should feel more comfortable,” she murmurs, picking a piece of lint off my bicep.

My tone is on the rougher side from the intense attraction I feel toward her. “Thank you.”

A smile curves her full lips, stunning me once more. “I’m glad I could help.”

I can’t stop staring at her, and when her eyes meet mine again, I capture them and refuse to let go. Sexual tension explodes between us, and I swear it makes the air tremble.

The other people cheer, ripping us out of the moment, and I glance at the door. “You probably want to join your co-workers.”

Anastasia shakes her head. “I still have some work to do.”