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Anya ran her hands down her breasts, trying to soothe her hardened n*****s, but only intensified the need for touch. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as her arms fell to her sides.
Alexei slowly ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes fixed on her breasts. "I bet you taste as good as I imagine."
Jesus... how did things get so crazy? One minute we're hating each other, the next we're almost... No. He's probably not used to women turning him down.
"Fortunately, you'll never find out."
Gripping the doorknob, she shot him a glare. "Keep the noise down. Some of us aren't on holiday yet."
She slammed the door and marched back to her room. This is going to be a problem. Relax. He's not that charming. Just ignore it. Fight the... urges. He's an ass! You're better than this...
The next day, Yulia and Anya sat at lunch, discussing the previous night's events.
"Wait, he was what?"
"Let's just say I woke up to a rather... vivid scene," Anya said, not wanting to go into too much detail.
"Holy moly. That's... intense."
Anya narrowed her eyes as Yulia stared blankly, as if imagining it. "Seriously, Yulia? He's not that appealing."
"Speak for yourself. I think he's... interesting."
Anya groaned, rolling her eyes, and took a bite of her pirozhok. Chewing thoughtfully, she sighed. "Look, I'm all for personal entertainment, but don't wake people up. If it's that loud, it's too loud, ya know?"
Yulia waved her hand dismissively, taking a sip of her kompot. "Guys have no sense of decorum. Absolutely none."
"It's awful. I don't understand how I'm going to live with him. I can't stand his arrogance. He thinks he's irresistible. Not to me. He's sorely mistaken."
Yulia chuckled, and Anya glared at her. "Not funny, Yulia. You've met him. You can't deny it."
She shrugged. "Maybe you two need time to... interact. Find some common ground."
Unlikely. With what happened last night, spending more time together is the wrong direction. "Why don't you invite him to Irina's party this weekend?"
"Oh no. No, no, no!" Anya shook her head. The last thing she needed was him around her while she was... less inhibited. Besides, he didn't need to be part of her social life. Not happening.
"Come on, Anya! It might be... enlightening."
Anya raised a questioning brow. "You seem to find him quite... enlightening. I, on the other hand, will be miserable. He's been insufferable since I met him. And guess who's forced to see him this week, and for the rest of my life, I'm sure."
"You're so dramatic."
Her phone vibrated. She pulled it out and set it next to her tray, frowning. You've got to be kidding me... How did he get my number?
A string of choice Russian curses ran through her mind as she read Alexei's text.
Alexei: I'm picking you up from school. Don't get too excited.
Anya: How did you get my number?
She huffed, ignoring Yulia's confused expression. Her phone vibrated again.
Alexei: Does it matter?
Anya: And FYI, no one's excited. Believe me...
Alexei: I doubt that. You seemed quite... engaged last night.
Anya: I'm NOT going to let you get to me.
Alexei: I already have, Anya.
Anya: You're not allowed to use my name like that... okay, Alyosha.
Alexei: It's too fun provoking you. Hm, makes me want to repeat last night.
Anya: You're annoying.
Alexei: Pretend all you want, Anya... I know you were watching.
Anya: If you knew, why didn't you stop?!
Alexei: Be honest. You didn't want me to.
Anya: Stop...
Alexei: You were... intrigued.
What a cocky son of a...
Anya: No. I wanted to get some sleep, which was impossible because you don't understand appropriate noise levels. Invest in headphones.
Alexei: Wouldn't dream of it. I'll be parked out front when you get out.
Anya: Don't bother. I'd rather walk.
Alexei: You flatter me. See you at 3.
She shoved her phone away, pushing her tray aside, her appetite gone. "What a jerk."
"Was it Alexei?"
"Yep. Guess the parents gave him my number. He's picking me up after school."
"Hey, I'll come over!"
Anya rolled her eyes. "Please, spare me. The last thing I need is you two... interacting in front of me. Besides, you have more self-respect than that..."
Yulia shrugged, grinning. "You don't know me that well."
Yulia's always been... open, but the last thing I need is her getting involved with Alexei. The thought is... unsettling. The rising feeling of... annoyance made my neck tingle. I'm not... annoyed. Ew. No. I just don't want them involved. My... dislike for him would complicate my friendship with Yulia. If he cared about anyone but himself, he'd understand that.
"Seems like someone's a little... protective."
Anya scoffed. "As if. I'm just looking out for your best interests."
"Whatever you say. Besides, I'm still focused on Maxim."
At the mention of their classmate, Anya looked at her. "You are something else. How do you keep up?"
Yulia laughed. "It's a talent."
"Good thing I appreciate you." I'm not riding home with him.
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