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Chapter Twelve
Khristian
She looks down at her hands and I follow the movement.
“No,” she says quietly. When her eyes meet mine, I see that sad look again. “Khristian, when we had that special night together, it was supposed to be just that. Special. It was one night in heaven. Men like you, they don’t exist, not in real life. You’re a womanizer, and I know that, yet I also know that my body responded to you in a way I never have.”
Her body. What about her mind?
I watch her intently, trying to keep my gaze off the rise and fall of her chest, knowing that she has me by the balls and has absolutely no idea of her power over me.
“You say I’m a womanizer, but you know nothing about me.”
“So I’m wrong?”
“I didn’t say that. But when I’m interested in a woman, it’s only you. I don’t fuck multiple women at once, despite what the media may say. I’m a gentleman…” Maybe that’s a stretch as she’s been in bed with me and I’m far from it…
The media love to write me off as the playboy scoundrel. Or the Big Bad Wolf as I’ve been called a few times. All of it is amusing to me, because not once do the media — or the women I meet — give two shits about the real Khristian Petrov or what makes him tick. They just want to be seen with me because it makes them powerful.
Maybe I’m sick of that whole scene. If anyone bothered to ask me, I’d tell them.
“And when you go back to New York?”
She’s smart. I like that.
“I have a lot to do before I leave for New York. Clearly, I’ve got staff issues.”
“I don’t expect you to be monogamous,” she says, earning her an eyebrow raise. “I know you probably have women throwing themselves at you wherever you go, I’m not stupid. But after you go, this will still be my job.”
I’ve never had a woman speak to me like this. My dick throbs in my pants with need. I love that she has no inhibitions around me and doesn’t kiss my ass.
“Say what you mean to say,” I encourage, enjoying this fascinating little creature. I get where she’s going with it, but I want to hear her say the words.
She sighs. “Well. If you want me to be blunt, I will. I’m not going to be your fuck buddy when you come into town for the weekend and then leave again. That doesn’t interest me.”
My mouth drops open. She surprises me at every turn. “My fuck buddy?”
It’s crass, and coming out of her mouth, it turns me on. My dick hardens in response.
“Yes.”
“Meaning, you don’t like the idea of me being with another woman, other than you? Even if we live in different states.”
Her delicate features unfold and I love watching her open up. “I don’t like the idea of me being at someone’s beck and call, no.”
I smirk at the irony.“You hired me for sex,” I remind her. “How is that different?”
“You can’t throw that at me every time we discuss something. It was a one-time thing. Something I’ve never done before, and wouldn’t do again.”
I smile. A one-time thing? I don’t think so.
“Wouldn’t do again? Was I that bad?”
Still, the flush on her cheeks makes me want to stroke my cock. “That’s not what I meant. Of course you were amazing. But I don’t have casual sex. I’ve always been in a relationship, so this is different for me.”
I’m glad to hear that, not that I didn’t already know. Imogen Jane Anderson isn’t the type. She makes a man work for it.
“I know that.”
