Chapter 51 Twelve: Georgina

• Oh snap.
• I almost fall down the stairs when I see Aleksei waiting for me, a young priest at his elbow. My Russian is wearing a tight white dress shirt and black pants. Through the material of his shirt, I can see the outline of his tattoos. They creep out through the cuffs onto his hands, his knuckles. Grow through the collar onto his neck. And the expression on his face…
• He likes me in the white nightie. He just doesn’t want me in it right this second.