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Viviana replied coyly.
    “You don’t need to.”
    The server made her way into the private dining area, staying to the darkness of the shadows until Viviana and Anton were finished with dessert. While the server began cleaning off the table one final time, Viviana pulled out her cell phone for the third time.
    Anton’s sigh was loaded. “I swear to God, if you’re calling about Demyan again, Vine.”
    Guiltily, the phone was slid back under the table. “I am not.”
    “He’s fine, baby, I promise. If anything, he’s giving Mom a good reminder of what I was like at that age. Like a blast from the past.”
    “She already dealt with you once. I imagine it was enough.”
    Anton grinned salaciously. “And I’m your problem now, huh?”
    “Sasha knows I manage you just fine, Anton.”
    “Manage me?”
    “Controls. Wears the pants. Rules the roost. What do you want to call it?” she shot back. “Or dare I ask your opinion?”
    Yeah, Anton knew what battles to pick. This wasn’t one of them. “No, I think we both know you’re the only queen ruling me, Vine.”
    Viviana patted his cheek. “Damn right. So, are you going to let me open the mysterious box, or what?”
    Anton chuckled lowly. He knew that was bothering her. “Not yet.”
    “I know you’re only doing this to torture me, Anton.”
    “No, I’m doing it because you don’t need the gift, yet.”
    Viviana’s eyes narrowed in curiosity, but she said nothing. Instead, her hand wandered over to his leg under the table as she plucked up the wine glass from the table with her free hand. While taking a sip of the red liquid, her hand slid higher up the inside of his thigh. Anton responded to the suggestive touch by sliding his hand higher under her dress until the heat between her thighs was dancing along his fingertips. Those stockings she wore had nothing on the lace he could feel covering her sex.
    Viviana squeaked into her glass when he stroked her through her panties. “Anton!”
    “You started it,” he murmured.
    “Well, stop it. I wasn’t doing anything.”
    Sure. That’s why her hand was still attached to his thigh, so close to his groin that Anton’s cock was beginning to twitch to life under his dress pants. If Viviana moved her hand a millimeter, she’d feel exactly what she was doing.
    “Tease,” Anton said under his breath, squeezing her warm thigh again.
    “Remove your hand, Anton.”
    Anton did, but he smirked all the while. “No problem, baby. Besides, it’s too early for you to be screaming my name, and I’d hate to scar the poor staff with the things I’d like to do to you.”
    The red blush that stained Viviana’s cheeks was pretty close in color to the wine in her glass. Her hand on his thigh jerked away, embarrassment coloring up the noise she made under her breath.
    Battle won , Anton thought smugly.
    It was all about picking the right ones.

Chapter Three
     
    “Anton, we can’t possibly—”
    “Ah, ah, ah,” Anton interrupted in a teasing manner. “Do I ever uproot us without making sure every little thing is taken care of?”
    Viviana huffed, crossing her arms and staring into the hangar at the private jet. Anton bought the plane a couple of years earlier. On the back wing of the jet, he’d had a similar style tribal design to his own tattoo painted in thick, black strokes.
    The hired pilot and one flight attendant stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the jet. Anton was paying them well for the time they were spending away from their own families during the holiday season, and for keeping quiet about the passengers they were flying out of the country.
    While Viviana continued to stare at the jet inside the private hangar, Anton pulled out a rolling luggage from the trunk. It earned him another pointed look from his wife.
    “Did you pack clothes for me?” she asked.
    Anton was a man, but not a stupid one. “No. Clarissa did yesterday when you were busy. She’s sneaky sometimes.”
    “But you said