“When did you learn to make symniki, spider monkey?” Andrei asked.
She giggled. “Today. Right now. You’re all my test subjects.” Her beautiful smile stretched across her face. She pulled a book from one of the cabinets. “I found an old cookbook at the house and I figured you guys might be okay with being test subjects for my foray into making Russian dishes.”
“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more than I already do, here we are,” Misha said.
“I’m going to have to add cooking classes to the list of things to teach your future girlfriends and Stephen’s future boyfriend,” she said, laughing.
The guys all looked at each other, then looked back to Sephie. “YES!” they all said in unison.
While Sephie worked on making breakfast, we all pitched in where we could and helped as we talked about the latest information. Sephie remained quiet through most of the conversation, but she was actively listening to us while she focused on breakfast. I was still worried about her zoning out, so I found myself keeping a closer eye on her than normal. I caught Ivan doing the same, as he had also noticed she was quieter than normal.
I made her coffee just the way she liked it and walked to her side. The guys were deep in discussion about Andy, so I had a chance to quietly make sure she was good. I handed her the cup of coffee, my eyebrow raised. “You’re okay, solnishko? You’re quieter than normal.”
Her gorgeous smile stretched across her face. “I’m trying to make sure I don’t fu ck this up,” she said pointing to the bowl of batter in front of her. I laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Ivan had caught the exchange as well and visibly relaxed when he heard her answer, She stood on her toes to kiss me quickly. “You and Ivan can relax,” she said winking at me. Both Ivan and I looked at her, surprised. She hadn’t seen Ivan, as he was behind her. “I can feel him watching me,” she said quiet enough that only I could hear. She giggled at my surprised expression.
“You never cease to amaze me,” I said, kissing her forehead one more time.
The penthouse quickly filled with the aroma of the syrniki frying, causing all of our stomachs to growl in appreciation. Our mouths were watering in anticipation. Sephie turned around with the first batch and saw the looks of hunger on our faces. “I’m suddenly painfully aware that I should’ve made more,” she said as she set them down in front of us.
While we had been talkative while she was cooking, we were now completely silent as we all ate. She continued to cook the rest of the syrniki, but our silence had made her nervous. “Is the silence good or you’re all trying to find a way to politely tell me they su ck?” she asked as she set more pancakes down in front of us. Not a word was spoken, but we all grabbed more pancakes from the plate. She laughed. “Taking that as a good sign.”
“Seph, these might be better than my m om’s. Let’s keep that between us though. She’ll smack me,” Stephen said as he took another bite of pancake.
As we finished up cleaning the kitchen after quite possibly the best breakfast ever, Misha’s phone beeped. He pulled it from his pocket, looking at it, then looking at Sephie. “Ms. Jackson asked if you’re free to come to her apartment this morning?” he asked.
“Oh, sure. I can go see her for a bit. I haven’t seen her since last week, now that I think about it,” she said.
“At least one of you go with her. Preferably two,” I said as I pulled her to me. Her smile threatened to stop my heart. She said quietly, “you’re feeling extra protective.”
“I can’t help it. You don’t know what you do to me,” I said, holding her tightly against me.
“Oh, I know exactly what I do to you,” she said, laughing.
Misha and Andrei interrupted our exchange by announcing they would both go with her to Ms. Jackson’s apartment. Those two were always ready for an adventure when it came to Sephie.
“Good. Stop by the office when you’re done. My afternoon isn’t that busy,” I said, kissing her lips. I couldn’t help myself and I deepened the kiss. I felt her knees go weak, so I held her tighter against me, which only served to make her kiss me more passionately.
“Kiss me like that and I’d stop by even if your afternoon was busy,” she said, her cheeks flushed.
“Why does it kind of feel like watching your parents make out now?” Andrei asked to nobody in particular, causing all of us to laugh.
Sephie grinned up at me, but pointed in Andrei’s direction. “Nobody said you had to watch, Bubba,” she said, trying to keep a straight face. It caused another round of laughter from everyone.
We all got on the elevator together, still laughing and joking, generally in a great mood after such a fantastic morning just the seven of us. I pulled Sephie in for another kiss before I stepped off the elevator. She quickly said, “close your eyes, Bubba,” before leaning in to kiss me. It was not the kiss I was hoping for, simply because I was laughing too hard. God, I love her.
Sephie
Andrei, Misha, and I were still laughing at each other when we walked up to Ms. Jackson’s door. I half-expected her to hear us coming down the hallway, but I still had to knock. She opened the door, just as excited as always that I’d brought eye candy for her.
“Oh my, you brought me two today. You really do love me, child,” she said as I hugged her. She stepped back to let us into her apartment. That’s when I noticed Giana sitting at her kitchen table. One glance at Ms. Jackson told me that Giana had put her up to this. Misha cursed under his breath beside me. This should be lun.
I felt both Misha and Andrei put their hands on the small of my back, like they were ready for Giana to attack me. I could barely keep from laughing at that thought. I knew they were just being protective. They really were quite good at their jobs. They looked down at me, both had questioning looks on their faces. “We don’t have to stay, gazelle,” Misha said in Russian.
Ms. Jackson looked at Misha, answering in Russian, “at least give her a chance. She’s trying to make things right, at least give her a chance to do so.” She crossed her arms across her chest and gave him a stern look that dared him to argue with her.
He cursed under his breath, but didn’t argue. I did notice that both Andrei and Misha stayed closer to me than they normally would have in Ms. Jackson’s apartment. I smiled to myself knowing they felt so protective of me in such a minor situation. We walked further into her apartment. Both guys stepped in front of me, partially shielding me from Giana. I wasn’t quite sure if they thought she was going to come at me or if they were worried I was going to have a go at her. It could go either way, really.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.