Chapter 103
Nix
“Sit.” Volik steps back from my new handmade chair.
He’s rearranged the furniture in what is now our office so that the desks will face each other across the room.
He spent the weekend treating the wood with some special oil and has finally deemed them ready.
I lower myself into the wooden seat.
I wiggle.
Then I look up at Volik. “Did you carve this to fit my butt?”
He nods. “Do you like it? I can start over if it does not feel right.”
“This is perfect.” I wiggle again. “Seriously.” I twist and look down at the seat. “Did you measure my ass?”
Volik doesn’t answer. And when I look back up, he’s smirking.
I lift a brow.
He lifts his hands, fingers spread. “I did not need to.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop my smile.
Honestly, he has his hands on me every day, so I believe he has the shape and size of my ass cheeks memorized.
“I will go get the desk.” Volik takes a step back.
“Want some help?”
“Nyet.”
I sigh as he walks out of the room.
He has no problem making me sweat when we’re doing our nighttime self-defense lessons. But there’s something about me lifting heavy things that he just won’t accept.
Alone, I tap my toes on the floor, noting the perfect height of the chair.
Jenny’s seen Volik carry chairs through the hall a couple times over the years, so when I told her I was getting my own, she freaked.
I should send her a picture.
Patting my pockets, I look across the room and spot my phone on Volik’s desk.
I should also see if I can convince Volik to make her a chair.
I tap my toes again.
This chair is stupid comfortable.
I don’t want to get up.
Staring at my phone, I drag my tongue over the point of my fang.
Then I lift my hand.