I pulled up my shirtsleeve, undid the latch on my Tag Heuer watch, and handed it to her. She frowned at me. “What…?” When I did not retrieve the watch, her eyes widened. “I can’t take that.”
I fought to control my anger. Gritting my teeth, I spoke calmly. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.”
Her expression turned panicked. “Do you know what would happen if someone saw me with that? I’d get mugged!”
I scowled. Just let them try. I fucking dare them. “Then I’ll buy another.”
The change in her expression was so sudden that I blinked. She took the watch carefully and muttered, “Must be nice to have that much money.”
Shame caused me to flush, and my anger showed itself. I snapped, “Do you need a ride or not?”
“No.”
She held the fast food bag tightly and peeked over at me before evading my inscrutable gaze. “I’m Mina.”
“Mina,” I tested it out. It felt good on my tongue. “I’m Lev.”
She opened the door and stepped out, leaning down into the open space. “Thank you, Lev. For everything. I’ll work hard.” She smiled tiredly. “You won’t regret it.”
My stomach flipped at her sweet smile. “Goodnight, Mina.”
She lowered her lashes. “Goodnight.”
I watched her walk down an alley connecting to the street behind, waited until she was out of sight then started the car and drove two blocks down.
With a light sigh, I parked my car, turned the lights off, and waited.
Chapter Five
Mina
My God, but was Lev intense or what?
The car drove away and I waited a full two minutes before I walked out of the alley and started the three-block walk down to my alley.
I fanned my face thinking about him. Gods above, he was simply divine.
I looked down at myself, my face heating. Here I was, thinking about my handsome guardian angel, and I looked like an extra from the movie Swamp Thing.
I hugged myself tightly with my free arm. Clutching the watch in my hand, I decided not to risk losing it and put it on. Unfortunately, as I struggled with the latch, I realized a little too late that even in the smallest position, it was too loose. Still, I pushed it up my forearm.
I would return this watch, dammit. Even if it was the last thing I ever did.
The bag of food by my side, I walked hastily. I didn’t want to risk any unwanted attention tonight. I needed to get home quickly.
Finally, I reached my destination and, moving behind the dumpster, I fished out my bag of miscellaneous crap.
Great. All my clothes were dirty. Not that I had much, but at least I could wear my too-big black jeans and my white tee. I held up the garments, immediately spotting the brown stain on the once-white shirt.
I’d have to do laundry tomorrow. But, shit, I still had no money.
How embarrassing. I would not be starting work in dirty freaking clothes. I would just have to beg tomorrow morning, praying someone would gift me the quarters I needed for a single load.
The voice behind me startled me, so much that I jumped, squeaked, and fell flat on my ass into a puddle of piss-smelling mud.
“It’s not much, but it’s home, huh?”
Panting, I turned to Lev, my voice cutting. “What the heck are you doing here?”
My derision didn’t deter him. I wasn’t really angry at him, just mortified. I couldn’t exactly greet him with a ‘Welcome to my humble abode. Mineral water? Whiskey?’
All I could offer was the smell of trash and questionable puddles.
He stepped closer, his eyes flashing dangerously. “I had a feeling you weren’t being completely honest with me. So I followed you.”
Yeah. No shit, Sherlock.
Ass in puddle, I held my arms wide and smiled mockingly. “Do you like it? I just had the walls done. I think the color is called shit brown.” I sniffed noticeably. “Oh no, wait.” Sarcasm dripped from my every word. “That is shit.”
That brow rose, and I wanted to take a handful of my piss puddle and fling it at him. Instead, I stood, the cold puddle liquid dripping down my legs. My cheeks colored as I toned down the sass. “I think, after seeing the place, you can understand why I didn’t want company.”
He ignored me. “Do you have a family somewhere?”
Shoving my clothes back into my bag of crap, I shook my head.
“I’m sure there are shelters around these parts. Why aren’t you staying at one?”
I zipped the bag harder than I should have. He wouldn’t understand, even if I spelled it out letter-by-letter. “Trust me when I tell you that they aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.” I threw the bag over my shoulder. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to find a Laundromat to beg in front of tomorrow morning so I can not smell like a pool of urine.”
He straightened, keys in hand, and turned, jerking his chin at me. “Come along, mouse.”
I sighed. Why was he being so kind? “I don’t need a ride. I can find one myself.”
He paused at the beginning of the alley. “Not taking you to the damn Laundromat. I’m taking you home.” He cocked his head slightly. “That is, unless you don’t want a warm bed to sleep in and somewhere to wash those rags.”
I ignored the jibe and watched him walk back out onto the street.
Time passed. I didn’t even know this guy. I shouldn’t have even considered it. But anything was better than the street. I hauled my bag up higher onto my shoulder.
And like the lost puppy I was, I followed Lev home.
***
“This is home?” I asked in astonishment as he pressed the button on the remote attached to the sun visor above his head.
The huge iron gates opened and he grunted his affirmative response.
Still in awe, I asked, “Do you get lost in here?”
He snuffled, and it sounded awful close to a laugh, but I seriously doubted it. “Don’t be fooled. It’s actually three houses in one complex. My brother and sister live here also.”
That drew me out of my admiration instantly. A shiver went down my spine as dread took me by surprise. “Wait, what? Your brother? The same brother whose wallet I stole?” He nodded silently and, eyes wide in alarm, I squawked, “I can’t stay here!”
“Relax.” He said this in such a bored tone that it sounded as if it took him all the effort in the world to say it. “It’s fine. He’s not home yet, and my sister is out of town at the moment. We have the entire complex to ourselves. For now.”
My stomach tightened in a bundle of nerves, but I stayed quiet for fear of losing the food I’d just eaten. He drove farther down the long drive until it split into a T-junction. He turned left, and I saw one of the three houses.
It was still massive compared to the regular homes and apartments I was used to seeing. The two-story home was beautifully designed from the outside, and held a romantic style with quaint terraces in off-whites and light sandy yellows. The lights were on, and I suddenly wondered if anyone else lived with him. The thick silver ring on his wedding ring finger would suggest so.
“Are you married?”
“No.”
My tense shoulders lowered a little. Well, that was good. I didn’t need a woman around accusing me of all kinds of nastiness. Women could be brutal.
He parked outside the property, walked around, and helped me out of the car, taking my bag of crap from me with one hand and holding out his elbow graciously. I took it almost immediately, and he led me up the front steps, unlocking the door. The giant glass door was pushed lightly, and the house revealed itself.
My gut rolled aggressively. I so did not belong here.
The inside of the house was pristine, with white, sparkling marble and wooden masculine furniture. The very first thing that caught my eye in the giant foyer was the staircases on the left and right, leading up to the second floor and meeting in the middle.