“What? No, I’ve not had anal done to me, but I’ve done it.”
“You’re a giver, not a taker?”
“Sorry, baby.” He reached out and locked his fingers with hers.
“Do you wish you were at the club?” she asked.
“No.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to go back to the club. It’s part of your life, and they’re amazing men.”
“I’m exactly where I want to be.” He gave her fingers a squeeze. All he needed to do was get Anna back on the same track with him. Russ truly believed he had his work cut out for him.
Chapter Seven
Anna stared down at her leg, and released a sigh. She was nearly good as new. Her arm was not going to be coming out of the cast anytime soon. She was able to move it, and still cook providing she didn’t put too much strain on her arm. The food Russ bought didn’t require her to cut or dice anything, as he bought it pre-diced. It was a lazy shortcut, but she had been able to cook pretty much one handed in the past couple of weeks.
She still couldn’t believe that she had been staying with Russ for over two weeks, nearly three. She’d spent two weeks in the hospital prior to that. So much time had passed already. Five weeks in total without Karen, and she was coping.
“Are you okay?” Russ asked.
Glancing up, she saw him leaning against the doorway. He was wearing another business suit. It was Russ’s MO, business suits during the day, and at night, the leather jacket came out. She loved his leather jacket, and in the past couple of weeks, she’d started to love the man who wore the leather. She loved him as a friend of course.
Anna wouldn’t dream of there being anything else between them.
“I’ve got good news,” she said.
“What?”
“I’m no longer on pain meds, and my arm is setting fine. We’ve got another couple of weeks, and they might get to remove the cast.” She held her arm up.
“Everything else? All the bruises and cuts?”
“Fine. It’s all superficial. I’m perfectly fine.” She climbed off the bed. “I’m good to go back to my apartment now.”
“I don’t think so. Until that cast comes off your arm, you’re not going anywhere.” He placed his arm over her shoulders, leading her out of the room. “I think I should take you out for dinner.”
Glancing down at her clothes, Anna groaned. “I’m not exactly dressed for dinner.”
“Your clothes are easily taken care of. One stop to a store, and you’ll be perfect to take out to any restaurant.”
“I don’t think so. I’m not restaurant material.”
He cursed, tutted, and gripped the back of her neck. She shivered at the possessiveness in his touch. Russ turned her head so she had no choice but to look at him. “You keep on saying shit about yourself I’m going to put you over my knee, and spank your ass.”
“What?” Her cheeks tightened at the thought of his hand coming down on her butt.
“You heard me. I’m tired of you constantly putting yourself down. Stop it, or I will punish you for every bad word you say against yourself.”
“Don’t be an ass. You won’t do it.”
“You think I won’t?”
She shook her head and smiled.
“Then it looks like I’m going to have to show you how annoyed I get with it. I’m counting, and that’s one.”
Anna rolled her eyes, not believing one word he’d said.
She was thankful that she was able to climb into his car without any help from him. Running fingers through her hair, she released a sigh.
“What are you in the mood for? Italian? Chinese? French?” he asked.
“You pick. I like it all. You should know that by now.”
“Two.”
She didn’t say anything, leaning her hand on her hand, and staring out of the window.
Thirty minutes later they stopped outside of an expensive looking boutique.
“Russ, they won’t have my size. Please, let’s go home.”
“Three.”
“This isn’t funny.”
“Shut up, Anna.” He parked his car, rounded the car, and forcibly removed her from the car, and she was surprised that he was able to do so without even hurting her. He was annoying her with how easily he could move her. She expected him to break into a sweat or something.
They walked into the large designer boutique, Russ showed his business card and told them he wanted several cocktail dresses and outfits. Before Anna knew what was happening she was being ushered toward the dressing rooms.
“I’m Laura,” the woman said.
“Anna.”
“I’ve dealt with Russ several times. He always spends well.”