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I take a moment to compose myself.
If I thought this was going to be a date where I completely flew under the radar and let Khristian do all the talking, I was sadly mistaken.
At least I got a little background about him and his family, even if it wasn’t much.
He came to my hotel room and spent the night with me, pretending to be an escort, and I’m not even mad about it. That says more about me than it does about him.
The fire in my belly isn’t just reignited — it’s out of control.
I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn't be doing this.
Especially if I accept the job. It gives me a sick thrill thinking about being so close to him every day. Even if he has already made it clear that he will be going back to New York. If I guard my heart, and my feelings, then that won’t be so bad, will it?
I’m not going to fall in love with him, but why can’t I enjoy this whole thing, for however long it lasts?
I feel oddly rebellious; not something I can say I’ve ever felt before. Not since spending the night with Khristian.
I watch as he returns. He’s wearing a luxurious suit, navy blue with a crisp white shirt, open at the nape. He is by far the most ridiculously good-looking man I’ve ever seen.
Heads turn as he crosses the room.
Not only is he tall and muscular, but he has a presence that is formidable with anyone he encounters. I watch with interest, and a lurch to my stomach, as his head turns and a beautiful woman with legs up to my shoulders calls his attention.
He stops at her table as she stands to greet him. He bends and kisses her on both cheeks. Then does the same to her friend.
She looks up at him with only one thing on her mind. And that gets my mind wandering. Has he slept with her? If so, when? Was he telling the truth earlier, or was that just what I wanted to hear?
I don’t know anymore, but as I watch them I realize that Khristian is a force to be reckoned with. She makes him smile, and that irks me. Jealousy creeps into my veins as I take another gulp of wine.
Suddenly, he turns and his eyes find mine. His icy depths trigger something in me that feels primal. Even though he’s happily chatting to two beautiful women, I still want him.
That’s his power, I realize. He can get anything he wants. He’s Khristian Petrov, CEO extraordinaire.
I look away, but not before I see him turn and say something to the women, gesturing my way. I feel their gazes on me as I pretend to relocate my napkin from my knee to the table. Anything to save myself from witnessing Khristian being pawed over by other women.
A few moments later he returns. “I’m sorry,” he says, shrugging his pants slightly so he can sit. “That was an old friend.”
I quirk a brow. “She seems like a real buddy kinda girl.”
I stab my fish with a little too much vigor and pop it into my mouth. I feel him watching me, and even though I know I don’t hold a candle to those girls, I tell myself it’s me he wants. It’s me he brought to dinner, not them.
I won’t let my petty jealousy get the better of me.
“Are you jealous, Krasavitsa?” I hear the amusement in his tone.
I flick my eyes up to his, swallowing my food as I shake my head. “Far from it. Are we having dessert?” It’s a pathetic attempt to change the conversation.
His eyes are dark when he takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles. “I have dessert all planned out.” He stares at me so there is no mistaking what he means.
“I can’t sleep with you,” I whisper. “Might I remind you, you said it was company policy.”
“And I said fuck company policy.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I never say anything I don’t mean.”
I lean closer so I can whisper. “You’re not really going to hire me for me, are you?”
