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His lips twitch. “Maybe later?”
I nod.
He goes to stand. “May I remove my jacket?”
Why is he being so polite?
“Of course,” I say, finally finding my voice. “Would you like some champagne?”
I watch wordlessly as he shucks out of his jacket, elegantly laying it over the arm of the couch. My eyes drift to his crisp, white shirt. He undoes his tie and lets it hang loose around his collar. His fingers undo the top button as I quickly avert my gaze when his eyes find mine again.
His movements are fluid and so sexy. So full of promise. He’s teasing me.
It occurs to me that he’s wearing a suit because that’s what I ticked on my menu, but that’s spoiling this illusion right now.
He still hasn’t answered my question, but he doesn’t need to.
He deftly reaches for the champagne bottle in the ice bucket in front of me. I tilt my glass toward him and he refills it, his eyes on me as I try not to sink back into the couch and die.
Khristian.
Of course he has a sexy name.
I don’t know who this man is, but he reeks Dark and Dangerous.
I watch as he pours himself a glass and places the bottle in the bucket and sits back down.
In absolutely no hurry.
He holds his glass out toward me. I follow suit until our crystal glasses touch, the soft clink echoing deliciously through the quiet room.
“Za tee byá za vas,” he says. I guess that must mean ‘cheers?’
I smile, taking a tentative sip.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he does the same. Even his lips are perfect. Settling back onto the couch, one arm reaches along the back but he still doesn’t touch me.
Every move he makes stirs my blood that little bit more.
“So, my Krasavitsa.” His lips twitch, there’s a playfulness in his tone. “Tell me all about yourself.”
Chapter Two
Khristian
I stare at the beauty in front of me, hardly daring to believe that she’s here.
Her hair is like spun silk. Raven in color, sitting at her shoulders. Her striking blue eyes are even prettier up close. Her skin; flawless with high cheekbones and a pale but radiant complexion. Those lips… her mouth is pert and luscious, and an urge to trace her bottom lip with my thumb overwhelms me. I suppress a groan imagining where I want her mouth on me.
She has a tight, slightly conservative black dress on and I imagine peeling it off of her body nice and slow, keeping her in nothing but those heels she’s wearing. Her breathing is labored as she anticipates where I’m going to touch her first.
My cock throbs in my pants.
Of course, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen her.
She first sparked my attention in the reputable side of the bar with her friends. We have a bar and nightclub that’s completely separate to Endeavors. I first noticed the way she was laughing. So carefree. Happy. Then I kept seeing her in the bar.
I’m not supposed to be here — I’m not an escort. But when I learned she’d signed up for one of our services, I knew no other man would get to have her. I had to be the one.
