“Nyet,” I clipped in my own language. Trying again, since this Saint could be a fool and have it wrong, I asked, “I would prefer Ben. Is he working with your company still?” West may have canceled all his other clients and moved from the business altogether. It was what I hoped for.

“He does, for now, but the hours he’d been doin’ aren’t suitin’ him any longer.”

Blyad’. “I’ll take any hour he has available.” I regretted those words as soon as they were out of my mouth. I sounded desperate.

“I’m sorry, but that won’t be possible. He’s already been booked out for the next month with his new hours.”

I did not believe him. I straightened in my chair in my fucking cold office as the anger flamed once more.

He did not want me.

Was there another?

“Will he be sleeping with these other clients?” I bit out.

“It’s no business of yours what my employee does,” Saint snarked back.

“Fine. Give me the access code, and I’ll take a look, then get back to you.” As soon as he gave the code to me, I hung up.

Even though I wrote the code down, I would not use it, because West had crawled under my skin and was stuck there.

“Dimitri,” I barked.

My door opened, and my true friend stepped through. “Da, Adrik?” He closed the door and came closer as I ripped off the piece of paper, screwed it up, and threw it into the bin beside my obnoxiously large desk.

In Russian, I said, “West. Keep an eye on him.”

He replied in the same, “What happened?”

“I do not know, but I am no longer his client.” I clenched my teeth as I stood and strode to the window. It had been only one week since West had stood here with me. He had seemed to want to be here. He had acted calm, sweet, and nervous. Like all the times before. What had changed?

Had someone said something?

Had someone upset him?

I did not like this change at all.

“I’ll get a few of my men to watch him.”

“Men you trust.”

“Of course.” He stopped beside me and leaned his shoulder into the window. I could feel his stare.

Sighing, I barked in English, “What?”

“You have had other men before. None you’ve paid for. So, what is it about him?”

What was it about West Millbrook that I wanted an eye on him? That I could not stop thinking about him.

It was simple.

I needed him.

I needed West to breathe. To smile. To lighten my life.

There was no other who had captured my attention in seconds like West had. As Dimitri said, I had been with other men, not many, but enough to know I preferred them. But none of them had my cock aching, my heart beating, and my soul lightening like West.