21 - Natalya.

We head through the door from the laundry room into the enclosed courtyard where the minibus is waiting. My stomach tumbles like a pile of bricks when I see Alexander leaning against it with his arms crossed over his muscular chest. My heart skips a beat when I see the shirt he’s wearing, barely buttoned up half-way and giving a teasing view of the ink that covers his torso.

His nostrils flare as his eyes meet mine. “Kept me waiting, Gurin,” he says as he pushes off the bus and walks toward me, every step more predatory than the last. I can hardly breathe, struggling to stop thinking about the crazy encounter earlier in the library.

Alexander wraps an arm around me and pulls me against his side. “Never do it again.”

I swallow hard as he drags me away from my friends and onto the bus, pushing me down in a seat next to him.

Azira, Adrianna and Eva walk past us and head nearer the back. I know they’re wondering what the fuck is going on and why I’m letting him push me around. It sucks no