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His brows knit together. “Whatever makes you say that?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to hire somebody you haven’t slept with?”
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” He squeezes my hand tighter. “Let’s go.”
“But we haven’t had dessert yet,” I complain.
“Oh, don't you worry about that, my little rose.”
His hand presses on the small of my back as he stands, and there’s that heat again. He does it so easily. So effortlessly. But of course, he is a master.
We pass the table with the two beautiful women and he doesn’t even look at them as he leaves.
I feel a little triumphant. It may be a small win, but I’ll take it.
And I’m starting to realize that what Khristian says goes.
Chapter Fourteen
Khristian
My Krasavitsa was jealous.
Something that feels like hope blooms in my chest. It’s an odd sensation. I’m used to having very little feeling or emotion when it comes to one-night stands.
But everything about Imogen Anderson is different. Other women can’t compare.
Putting my hands on her feels nowhere near the satisfaction that I crave. I want more.
She’s under my skin.
If she thinks she can get away with this cute little act, then she can think again. I’m not having it.
I’ve had to sit here all night, watching her tease me with those big, innocent eyes and that pouty mouth. Knowing that she wore glasses just because I said I liked them makes my dick hard.
We’re not even inside the limo and my hands begin to wander.
“Khristian!” she chastises me under her breath.
Another first. Women never try to stop me from touching them.
I chuckle. “Are you denying me?”
“On the street? Yes.”
My driver opens the back door and I thank him.
My hands lower to her hips as she climbs in, one hand curving over her ass as she gasps.
“You know,” I say, sliding onto the seat next to her. “Most women don’t want me to take my hands off them. In fact, they encourage it.”
She takes a deep breath, like that can help her, and meets my gaze. “You’re a very attractive man, Khristian. I just… I can’t compete with supermodels.”
I frown. “Are you referring to the women in the restaurant? They’re not supermodels, and I thought you were more confident than that, Imogen. I’ve seen you naked, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of. You also possess ten times their beauty and intelligence.”
I’m delighted when her cheeks heat and she hugs herself. I immediately remove my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.
She pulls it around her and noticeably inhales. That one small movement has my dick growing harder than it already is. If that’s even possible.
