Chapter 30
I n his presence I thoroughly lived. - Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
Emma
He’ll probably say no.
Maybe he’ll get angry and refuse to see me.
Oh, hell, what if he starts to yell?
What am I going to do if he won’t listen?
I hadn’t even considered him turning me away!
Biting my lip, I once more went over my plan.
The moment he opened the door I would give him my rehearsed speech about how I loved him for him and how I didn’t care about the rest. I had seen him at his best and his worst, and I was in for all of it.
I had seen the ugly side of his business and it was nothing compared to how beautiful and exciting he had made my life and how happy he made me.
That no matter how he may think of himself, he was the hero of my story; a consummate gentleman and sexy pirate Viking all rolled into one, and I loved him.
I straightened my bangs and licked my lips. I gave my short plaid skirt a quick tug and then bent over to pull on one of the knee socks as I glanced up and down the residential street to make sure no one was watching me.
I was more than a little self-conscious.
I had gone to a sex shop and bought a naughty schoolgirl outfit. It was part of my plan to seduce Dimitri into giving us a second chance and a cheeky homage to how we’d first met.
It had a scandalously short black and red plaid skirt with a partially see-through button-up shirt and white knee socks. I wore it with my own pair of platform Mary Janes. Giving my pigtails a quick tug to tighten them, I reached for the brass knocker clutched in the lion’s mouth.
Before I could knock, the door swung open with such force, a blast of air ruffled my bangs.
Dimitri stood there. He hadn’t shaved in a week. He was wearing a pair of jeans and just a simple white t-shirt. He looked disheveled and tired and handsome as hell.
God, I had missed him.
Raw desire tightened his features as his heated gaze swept over me.
Swallowing, I blurted out, “You once asked if I thought of you as a mistake. The answer is no. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t think our relationship was a mistake. I think the night I showed up on your doorstep was fate. I love you, Dimitri.”
He pulled me over the threshold and against his chest.
“You’re right, there is no mistake, моя крошка. You’re mine now and always.”
The heavy black door swung shut, cutting us off from everything and everyone.
I was alone with my sexy Russian beast.