Do You Want To Play?

Josie's POV

I turned to Vladimir to ask him about the kneeling people and found him half turned away from me. He was reading something on his phone but then pocketed it with a self satisfied smile. What news had he been given? Did it have something to do with me? with my father? He looked at his watch -how the hell was he seeing in here?- before mouthing the words ‘go time.’

Why did I get the feeling that the last hour had been a ploy to stall for time. If that was true, what was Vladimir Sedof waiting for?.

He turned to me with a rather serene smile. “Would you like to play a game?” His voice dripped of innuendo, though I failed to pick up on what it was.

“No. I am here to talk about my father.”

“I know you are Jo. Can I call you Josie?”

“You just did.” I replied sardonically. I didn’t find his antics cute.

No, you find him hot as hell and you are chomping at the bit to rip that suit off him. The harlot that has taken up residence in my mind informed me.