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“Well, moya krasivaya zhenshchina. It’s lovely to see you again.” He smiles, his eyes full of mischief as I try to slow the beating of my heart.
My mouth opens and closes. No sound comes out.
He settles back in his chair. “Now, where were we?”
Chapter Nine
Khristian
What the fuck?
It’s my Krasavitsa, but what is she doing here?
I didn’t read any of the interview candidates as that’s not usually something I’d deal with. But after firing Marcus this morning, as well as two people from the design team, I’m feeling a little agitated.
My big meeting isn’t until Friday, and I’m struggling to see who we’ll have left standing. It’s a disaster.
“Khristian?” she whispers. “Uh, what are you doing here?”
She echoes my thoughts as I stare at her beautiful face.
“I like you in glasses,” I murmur.
Her breath hitches and a delightful shade of pink flushes her cheeks.
“Khristian?” she says again, her voice firm. “Please can you… explain?”
She stares at me, waiting for me to give her some kind of explanation — or in my case excuse — as to why I’m sitting here in front of her. Which would be a completely normal thing for her to ask.
I’m not a man who has to make excuses, and it amuses me that she has an indignant look on her face. I can’t deny that she’s also just as beautiful when she’s mad.
It’s like I haven’t seen her most private areas and enjoyed every moment of it.
I guess I’m caught out.
“I own Tre’sor, it’s one of my newer business ventures. I have a few stores around the world.”
Her eyes go wide. “Around the world?”
“Yes. The Flagship store is based in New York. We also have stores in Milan and Paris and plan on opening one in London this summer.”
“But you’re also… a…an…” She glances behind her, maybe to check if Doris hasn’t made another appearance. “An escort?”
Oh, my sweet, adorable Krasavitsa. If I laugh, I know she definitely won’t appreciate that, so I keep my face steely.
I shake my head. “No, Imogen. I’m not.”
Her mouth parts, then closes, then parts again. “Oh. My. God.”
“It’s not what you think,” I say quickly. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, I wanted to explain over dinner.”
“Explain what exactly?”
Okay, this isn’t going as planned.
I clear my throat. “I own the club, and the hotel… Margaret needed…”
“A hot, older guy willing to fuck me with his tongue?” she fires back at me, her voice rising. “To say nice things to me to make me feel like my life isn’t falling apart and I’m not a complete failure in life or relationships? So you thought you’d jump in and save the day?”
