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First he’d figure out if Angel even lived here. Then he’d learn her schedule, terrorize her like she deserved, then destroy her. He was going to make her regret the day she’d ever betrayed and humiliated him.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Angel couldn’t believe how gorgeous Vadim’s home was. Huge, in the desert with no neighbors for miles, it was all glass, stone and high ceilings with exposed beams. It was an architectural masterpiece as far as she was concerned. That aside, it was a little cold, with very few personal pictures. Although she had seen photographs on a small table behind his couch of him wearing some kind of military fatigues with his arm wrapped around another man’s shoulders. They were both sort-of smiling. But nothing full-on because Vadim just didn’t do that. Apparently not even for pictures.
    She knew he’d been in the Marines for twelve years before coming to work for Wyatt. But he’d always been so cryptic about what he’d done while in the Marines and why he’d left. The man was such a mystery. A very sexy one she wanted to figure out. Even if she knew she’d get hurt since she’d be leaving Vegas eventually, something she hated thinking about.
    Constantly moving was wearing on her in ways she hadn’t counted on. She missed all her friends from back home, friends she hadn’t talked to in two freaking years because the moment she reached out to any of them, they could become a target. Or it would give him a way to find her.
    Lord, why was she even thinking about that right now? Shaking her head, she quickly undressed, stripping out of her standard work uniform of a fitted black button-down shirt, black slacks and black heels. She thought the heels were stupid for waitresses to wear, but it was part of the image, even if they did kill her feet. She was allowed to wear a black skirt, but she never did.
    Setting her clothes on the shiny marble countertop of the luxurious guest bathroom, she made her way to the huge stone enclosure of the clearly custom-made shower. It was done all in stone—or maybe tile that looked like sandstone—but there were little sparkly pieces of glass intermixed throughout that made the whole space seem to shimmer.
    The shower itself was heaven, the powerful jets massaging her shoulders and back in a way she hadn’t realized she’d needed. And Vadim had given her new shower gel, shampoo and conditioner. Really expensive stuff too. Not that she was surprised after seeing this house and knowing him for five months. Whatever he did for his billionaire boss, he was very well compensated.
    As she turned to face the jets, the water cascading over her breasts, stomach and legs, she tried not to remember how incredibly hot it had been to watch Vadim disarm those two men. She hadn’t even realized something like that would turn her on but apparently she was a freak because it had. Way too much.
    He hadn’t talked much on the way over to his place, which was fine with her. She’d been so caught up in her own thoughts. Namely about him. And what it would feel like to have those very capable hands sliding all over her body, cupping her mound…She shuddered as she slid a finger over her clit, barely brushing over it with her middle finger.
    But she pulled back, stopping herself because it felt wrong. Even though she knew it absolutely wasn’t. But she felt weird fantasizing about a man who was her friend, a man whose house she was currently staying at. Even if she’d thought about him before while stroking herself, she was in his house now.
    Turning the water a few degrees cooler, she quickly finished washing. After blow drying most of the dampness out of her hair, she pulled the green thong out of her bag and put it on. She couldn’t believe she’d actually shown it to Vadim. Afterward she’d felt ridiculous and hadn’t been able to meet his gaze. She slid on a warm pair of black fleece pajama pants then slipped on the thick robe Vadim had left for her and cinched it