My House

Danica POV

Dmitry and I lay comfortably across the couch with me nestled on top of him. We’d been laying here for nearly an hour without saying a word. Simply enjoying being in each other’s space. The kiss we shared was passionate and enticing, but nothing else was needed tonight.

Another half hour passed before something started nagging at me.

“What did you mean, you were here when Rick left? How did you know he wasn’t going to be here tonight?”

He sighed. “There is something I need to tell you.”

Dmitry shifted beneath me until we were both in a sitting position.

“When you first came to work for me, I started looking into your family.”

“You what?!” I jumped off the couch. “Did you run a background check on me?”

He laughed. “No.” He leaned forward. “Well, not really.”

I folded my arms across my chest. And sighed waiting for him to explain.

“I didn’t have to wonder why you wanted to hurt yourself that day on the bike. I knew when the nurses were working on you that something wasn’t rig