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He’d see that she was serious and had done her research, and he might sit down and talk to her.
She was right behind him when there was a whoosh of movement in the air beside her—and for the second time in as many days Gigi found herself on the floor, the stuffing knocked out of her.
CHAPTER FOUR
A MALE VOICE GRUNTED, ‘Do not move.’
Gigi didn’t think she’d be moving. No, not moving at all. She was too stunned to do anything other than lie there, even once the knee resting on the base of her spine was gone and her arms, which had been pinned to her sides, were once more her own.
She only began to react when she was being hauled—not ungently—to her feet. She swayed as blood rushed back into her head and an arm came around her waist to support her. She staggered, and her nose and forehead banged against a hard male chest. She inhaled faint spicy aftershave and heat.
Gigi edged up her chin and her gaze locked on eyes so lustrously dark it was like being dropped into a hot, dark night.
The world shrank down to his thick, steady heartbeat and her short, rapid breaths.
He was speaking to her, but it was like being underwater. All she could make out was that no one was attacking her and the big male arms clamped around her felt like protection.
Which was when she spotted a gorilla—the same one who had knocked her down—turning out her backpack.
It was a replay of her worst memory.
Her limbs exploded and she desperately tried to free herself.
‘‘That’s mine! Give me back my things! You have no right to touch my things!’
She made a hopeless grab for it, but Khaled Kitaev had hold of her elbow.
‘Calm down, dushka.’
She wasn’t going to calm down! The last time she’d had her belongings confiscated she’d had handcuffs slapped on her wrists and spent a night in the cells, thanks to her dad.
She struggled, but his strength was all over hers. Gigi lashed out with her elbow and struck him in the chest. Unlike her own chest there was nothing soft and tender about it—instead there was considerable muscle and definition and she only jarred her shoulder.
‘That’s enough!’
She stopped flailing long enough for him to release her. She pushed her hair out of her eyes with hands that were shaking uncontrollably. So much for being professional. Both of them.
‘Mr Kitaev, do we have a problem?’
The discreet enquiry was made by the concierge she had spoken to earlier. He materialised at her side, every inch the gatekeeper for the wealthy and influential. Gigi’s insides turned to liquid.
Khaled saw the effect on Red. She looked as if he was about to throw her to the lions.
‘Nichevo. No problem. A slight misunderstanding.’
‘Yes, sir, these things can happen. But the young lady—’
‘Mademoiselle Valente,’ said Khaled smoothly, and her name was right there, given he’d just happened to take a look at her file last night, ‘is my guest.’
‘I see, sir.’
‘My security team didn’t recognise her and were over-zealous. I apologise for the inconvenience to your other guests.’
‘Not at all, Mr Kitaev.’ But the concierge continued to regard Red with interest.
The look on her face had been comic in its alarm and indecision as she followed this exchange, but now as they both turned their attention her way she visibly pulled herself together.
‘That’s right,’ she said gamely. ‘I’m here to speak to him.’
Him being the hotel’s highest paying guest.
Khaled fully expected the staff to evaporate, but to his credit the concierge lingered. ‘Are you certain, mademoiselle?’
The hectic look on her face was ebbing away as she appeared to realise that the hotel management was offering her real assistance and not showing her the door.
She nodded slowly, and added, ‘Merci beaucoup,’ with an almost comically sincere look on her face, even as her eyes kept zoning in on her backpack.
Khaled gave it a light shake.
What did she have in there? The Crown Jewels? A nuclear weapon? After her little display, neither would have truly surprised him.
‘You’re not hurt?’ he asked as the hotel staff evaporated back into the luxurious fittings.
‘No,’ she huffed, looking around as if expecting another attack. ‘No thanks to your lunatic friends.’
‘Bodyguards.’
She blinked, clearly not familiar with the concept.
