Page 63 of The Arrangement

“That’s not what you said first.” Now she was starting to wonder if he was just fucking her around. “Are you being smart?”

Anton winked. “No. But good catch. It’s the reply, working in both feminine and masculine forms, katyonak.”

“Kat … what?”

“Cat is close,” he teased. “Kitten, actually.”

Viviana made a face. “No thanks.”

“Well, I wasn’t about to call you a pussy. There’s about ten different ways to say it and none of them mean nice things in Russian You’re going to hear a lot of this muttering tonight, although it’ll be nothing you’ll want to learn, but you might as well get used to it. Come on, try it,” he urged, hands slipping up under her coat to splay against her stomach. “Say it slowly. Ya. Tozhe. Tyebya. Lyublyu.”

Viviana tried the words again and again until she’d finally managed the pronunciations to his satisfaction. At the sight of his smirk, she knew he liked hearing Russian in her mouth a lot more than he was letting on. Tugging on the collar of his buttoned up suit jacket, she brought him back to her level again.

“I love you, too.”

That smirk curved into a brilliant smile. “All right, it’s better like that. You ready—”

The sudden sheet of rain stopped his words up short. She shrieked at the cold droplets splashing down over her head, keeping her face hidden and hoping to God the bit of makeup she still had left on wouldn’t be ruined.

“Shit … get in the car.” Anton groaned, pulling her down off the hood and steadying her with one arm. “Go, go, go.”

Heels slipped on the slick pavement, but it wasn’t long before Viviana found herself shoved inside the dry vehicle. Of course, where she landed wasn’t quite where she expected, either: across the back seat. Anton was right behind her, slamming the door hard as his chuckles echoed inside the cab.

“Well, damn it.”

“I think you messed up where we were supposed to go,” she said, struggling to get upright, her voice still breathless. It certainly didn’t help that large hands were gripping both of her thighs up under the short skirt of her dress. “We need to get to the club.”

Anton made a dismissive sound. “Take your clothes off, Vine.”

“Excuse me?”

He waved at the sopping wet coat she had on. It was already seeping through to the dress. “Hurry, before it wrinkles the hell out of your dress. We’ll lay it over the seat, let it dry out a little and then go.”

“Anton, we’re in a public parking lot.” The words came out slowly, as if she were speaking to a small child. “Anybody could just walk right by and see.”

“Nope, glass is tinted too dark.”

Viviana groaned. “I’m not—”

“Take it off.”

He didn’t give her another chance to refuse, snapping open the buttons to her tweed coat and pulling it down her shoulders before it fell like a heavy lump of wet wool to the floor. Under his influence, she turned to let him unzip the back of her dress, too. When the black garment was slung over the front driver’s seat, Anton made quick work of removing his own. The grey silk shirt, black tie, and jacket hung off the passenger’s seat.

After staring out the window and watching the few cars left in the parking lot zoom out, Viviana was satisfied no one would notice her nakedness. The cool leather of the back seat met her back as she lay down across it. Leaning between the two front seats, Anton dug for something up front before she heard the low purr of the engine starting. Quickly, he was back between her thighs with a cell phone in hand. Warmth blew through the heaters almost instantly.

“Seven forty-five,” he informed her. Hot kisses danced from the line of her thong up to her navel. She weaved her fingers into the hair on the crown of his head as he looked up and grinned a wicked sight. “We might be more than a little late.”

With the heat of his hips pressing into the lace of her covered sex, Viviana wasn’t really sure she cared anymore. “You just wanted to get me naked and in the backseat of a Mercedes.”

“Maybe. The dress would have wrinkled, so it was a perfectly plausible excuse to get you out of your clothes.”

“You don’t need an excuse.”

“Sometimes I like to think I have to work for it, okay? Let me have this.”

Viviana snorted. “All right, work for it, Boss.”

Anton growled a hoarse, sexy noise that had her soaked from the sound alone. Just as his lips lowered to kiss the sensitive flesh at the inside of her thigh, that cell phone he’d dropped to the floor began ringing. There wasn’t anything quite like bad timing, and by the specific ringtone that was chiming through, she knew it was one of her bulls.