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“No. Thank you, but I am fine. You got here before he could do anything.”
I nodded. A part of me was disappointed, but another part was thrilled. I let this woman, this stranger, see the wolf, and yet she still clung to my arm. Still looked at me with soft eyes.
I wondered what else was soft about her.
“Want to leave this place?” I asked, staring down at her.
Electricity sizzled between us. It happened like that sometimes. Attraction, raw and primal, rose in a man in times of intense emotion or confrontation. Such as this one, though the conflict was small. Still, my dick was hard, and she was so beautiful. I wanted her, but I was not like this man. I would ask. And only then would I proceed or not. Long seconds ticked by, but then she nodded.
“Don’t misunderstand. I am asking you to go someplace else. Someplace to be alone with me, Zaika,” I said, calling her a bunny in my native tongue.
She was like that to me, bathed in moonlight and silver silk. I wanted to hunt her down. Sink my teeth into her soft skin.
“I understand,” she said, and nodded again. “And I am still saying yes, Mr. Volkov.”
She was playing with fire. A dangerous game, but I was not about to tell her that. I just kept her arm in mine and walked away from the crying politician. The little bunny had no idea she’d just said yes to the big bad wolf.
CHAPTER TWO
SOFIA
Idon’t know why I even went to that party. My boss had assured me she needed me with her. Working as a personal assistant to one of Manhattan’s buzzing socialites was exhausting, but I finally had enough information to finish the novel I’d been working on since I’d graduated from college.
Missy Castle told me I would be by her side all evening, but after half an hour rubbing elbows with the elite, the hairbrained woman disappeared behind closed doors, leaving me to fend for myself. I didn’t mind at first. The book I was writing was a romantic suspense and my characters were based on tabloid darlings just like the people attending that shindig.
The borrowed dress I wore fit me like a second skin. I never wore clothes that tight. Not with my ass, which I unfortunately inherited from my Grandma Rose.
Thanks a lot, Nonna.
But the slinky silver material felt like silk against my skin, and it was the only chance I would likely ever get to attend a party where I’d be sure to see politicians, athletes, moguls, and movie stars in the same room. My poor little Jersey girl heart could hardly stand it. But I managed not to drool on anyone, so there was that.
Of course, I also managed to get myself cornered by some white-haired creep. You would think with age came scruples, but apparently that meant jack shit to this fella. He was so slimy, pressing up against me and backing me into a corner, which was admittedly my own fault. I should have paid attention to where I was going.
I was about sixty seconds from smacking the man upside the head, also thanks to Grandma Rose who taught me a long time ago how to defend myself from unwanted advances. I usually kept a roll of nickels in my bag when I went out for such occasions as this. Only, well, the coat check girl had offered to keep my purse safe, and I didn’t think I would need it in such a place.
Just goes to show you, there were dogs everywhere. I tried to get out of the situation with some tact, not wanting to offend whoever the creepy little man was, and good thing too. Turned out he was a politician, likely with resources I could not even begin to imagine.
Anyway, Councilman Creep, as I’d dubbed him, sort of had his ass handed to him by the sexiest, and most dangerous looking man I had ever seen in my entire life. I almost lost balance looking up into the face of the man who’d come to my rescue. Holy crap. He was tall. Like Khal Drogo tall.
I never knew real people came in that size. And his shoulders. Christ. He had to turn his body into mine so we could fit through the balcony door, even though he’d already pushed me to walk in front of him. I was stunned by his masculine beauty. Features like his belonged on statues guarding citadels. Fierce, proud, lethal, and when he looked at me—hot.
I was no blushing virgin, and I knew when a man wanted me. Moisture pooled between my legs as my interest stirred for the sexy stranger. He smelled like cologne. It was something spicy, exotic, and expensive, I could not tell what brand or name.
He paused a moment by two men and said a few words in what I thought was Russian or some kind of Eastern European. I was terrible at languages. Both strangers were tall and imposing. One was ridiculously handsome, and he seemed surprised, but seemed to approve if the way he winked at me meant anything. The other merely nodded, like an employee would. Neither did a thing for me.
How could they? Neither man was him. My tall, powerful, sexy rescuer. He’d said his name was Adrik Volkov. I racked my brain for more. I did not have a photographic memory, but it was close enough that I could recall things if I really tried.
Volkov. Volkov?
Could it be? I recalled the name Volkov Industries. I’d seen it before likely when reading a newspaper or magazine while I searched for fodder for my novel. The company had a silver wolf as their logo with bright red eyes, which was why I remembered it oh so vividly. It reminded me of something supernatural. I was a sucker for shows like Game of Thrones, True Blood, Bitten, and countless others.
I had no idea what they did, and I did not know enough about Russian names to know if it was a common one. Volkov could be like Smith for all I knew. I supposed Adrik Volkov could be a relative to whoever ran Volkov Industries.
But that was unlikely. Besides, it didn’t really matter to me. Whatever this was, it was one night only. My entire focus was on keeping myself upright in the stupid heels I was wearing and walking straight. God knew, my knees were knocking just from the way his thumb rubbed the inside of my elbow.
Was I really going to do this?
Casual sex was not part of my daily vocabulary, but I had to admit no one had ever tempted me like this before. His heavy-lidded gaze stayed on me as we got in the elevator. I watched as he swiped his keycard then hit a secret button behind a silver plate.
