I moved behind Fiona, wrapping an arm around her, and kissing her neck softly. “I told you to stay in the car.”

“You took too long, and then I saw her walking up behind you. You know how I feel about others touching you.”

I hummed and nibbled. “I do. I would do the same.” My eyes lifted to Bunny’s incredulous expression. “You know the rules, Bunny. You keep breaking them. You’ve already been fired and warned. Come back again, and you will pay the permanent consequences.”

I took Fiona’s hand and dragged her around the pile of trash, not wanting her to dirty herself any more than she already had. “Take out the trash, Keith.”

“Yes, sir. Let’s go… come on… That’s it...” His voice died away as I pulled Fiona around to the back of the building. 

I immediately pressed her against the wall. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

She giggled. “It felt really good. Protecting what’s mine.”

I kissed her roughly, then forced myself off her. I began pulling her again. “Not in a dirty alley. You are better than that.” I pulled her through the back door, and into the elevator. 

Fiona stopped my hand before it could reach the screen to call the elevator. With an evil little smile, she put her own thumb on the pad and called it. I growled out a laugh and pulled her back to me. 

“Forget to tell me something, princess?”

“No. I gave you back your access. I just didn’t take mine all the way out. You didn’t specify that I had to.”

We didn’t make it all the way up to the studio. Not at first.

We stayed there the rest of the day, so I could work and still have her nearby. Not that I left the studio to do any of that.

Fiona was asleep in the bed when Keith came in that evening. 

“We’ve got a problem.” He kept his voice low, not wanting to wake her.

“What’s wrong?” I matched his level as I moved further away from her and closer to where he stood at the door.

“Russians are here. They just came in. They are looking around, probably for you.”

I hustled over to the dresser and pulled out a fresh pair of jeans and a black shirt. “Who is leading them? Do we know?”

“It looks like Ivan’s younger brother. Without an heir, the Bratva would look to him for leadership.” 

I picked up my shoes and carried them out the door as we left. “What’s our relationship with him like?”

Keith shrugged, kicking the bra still on the elevator floor out into the walkway before the studio. “Don’t really have one. He wasn’t local until recently. Your guess is as good as mine.”

By the time we stepped off in front of the office, I was put together and ready to work.

“Go down and bring him up. We’re going to need privacy for this.” I sat behind my desk and opened the computer like I was going to be working, business as usual.

Keith smirked and walked back out. 

Feeling curious, I logged into my database and looked through all of my employees and everyone who was cleared to use the elevator. I couldn’t find her.