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This guy really had me hot and bothered, with his searing looks and roaming hands. He literally swept me off my feet for a moment out on the dance floor and now he was acting like he owned the place, making everyone leave the VIP area with a snap of his fingers so we could be alone. I had to admit it was impressive.
The way he was looking at me, like I was the most delicious meal he’d been waiting all day for, didn’t hurt either. I leaned away from his kisses, far stronger than the potent shots I was taking, and planted my hands on his rock-hard chest. He was huge, an absolute mountain of muscle, and his icy blue gaze should have given me chills, not tremors of desire. He wanted to know my greatest wish? Hmm, that could get interesting.
But, actually, I realized I was starving, having skipped dinner due to my mood from getting fired. I didn’t let reality sneak back in. I slid my hand up through his hair.
“I’d kill for a Reynaldo’s Cuban sandwich.”
He stared at me for a second before bursting out laughing. “A Cuban sandwich?”
I nodded and he snapped for someone hovering outside the roped off area, told him something, then turned his attention back to me. I couldn’t hear what he was saying in the man’s ear, but Ivan’s hand moved slowly from my knee up my thigh, not stopping when it hit the edge of my short dress. With a sigh, the source of my hunger changed, and I shifted closer so he could kiss me again.
“Yes, this is what I’m really hungry for,” I murmured as his mouth crashed against mine.
He pulled away long enough to chuckle, a low rumble that shot straight through me. “Then you’ll have it and more.”
That ‘and more’ was very interesting. I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him tug me half onto his lap. Forgetting about the crowd all around us, the only thing that mattered at that moment was Ivan’s fiery touch and the feel of his tongue invading my mouth. His hands slid up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back to nibble his way down my neck. If anyone was gaping at us, I didn’t care one bit. He didn’t seem to either, because he wasn’t stingy at all in giving me what I craved.
I was dizzy and writhing against him when someone tapped his shoulder. I blinked to see his fierce glare at the man standing behind him with a greasy paper bag in his hand. He relaxed and took the bag, turning to me. Why were we stopping?
“Your feast has arrived, my queen.”
The nickname should have sounded like a joke to me, along with the ravenous way his eyes couldn’t seem to stop moving up and down my body. I wasn’t used to this kind of attention from any man, least of all someone with Ivan’s amazing looks and obvious power. He acted like he owned this place and yet, he chose me. And for whatever reason, I could tell he was being sincere. There was just something about him I could feel in my gut. Or maybe I was feeling it in other, less trustworthy places of my anatomy, especially after the way he’d been stroking me. When he ripped open the bag and began unwrapping a Cuban sandwich, my jaw dropped.
“You really meant it when you said you’d get me whatever I wanted,” I said, stunned.
His hands stilled, and he looked at me deliberately. “I mean everything I say.”
His stone cold voice sent a frisson of nerves down my spine. Was I letting my body, which was way too full of alcohol, get me in trouble? Then he broke off a piece of the sandwich and very adorably held it out to me. This was what I needed after being trampled down by Darla and Jimmy. I needed to be treated like a queen by a gorgeous, golden god. I parted my lips for the bite. His eyes wouldn’t let me look anywhere but at him.
I finally broke the spell and laughed nervously. “I should have aimed higher than a sandwich,” I joked.
“You can keep asking me for anything,” he said.
Unnerved, I reached the little table in front of us and split the meal in half. “I’d like it if you shared this with me. You can’t keep feeding me like that.”
He raised a brow that told me he could do whatever he wanted, and I squeezed my thighs together at the heat his intense gaze had shooting through me. I tore off a piece and held it to his lips with my own impatient look. With a laugh, he gobbled up the bite, grabbing my hand to kiss my fingers before letting me go.
I asked him where he was from. “I can’t place your accent,” I explained. “It’s very faint, but it’s there.”
“I was born in Russia, came here when I was ten years old. Took over my father’s business.”
I briefly thought about asking him where he worked and if he was hiring but shoved my situation to the backburner again. I wasn’t going to let anything ruin this fairy tale I was currently in. Exactly never in my life had such a man treated me like this, and I meant to enjoy every second. I told him I was also a transplant to Miami, and how I came here for my first job out of college. I expected him to politely ask where I went to school, but he took my chin and locked eyes with me again.
“There’s something bothering you, Reina,” he said.
I got another shiver. How did he know? It was like he could see inside me, his lake blue eyes diving into my thoughts, my soul, even. It was scarily intense, but I kind of liked it. I started to shrug him off and assure him everything was fine, but those eyes were commanding me to tell him the truth.
For whatever reason, I blurted out everything about the mess at the modeling agency, the humiliation of being fired unfairly. “Since I’m not related to the owner, there was nothing I could do. I packed up my things and made the walk of shame out of there, flanked by a security guard,” I finished, fighting back the tears I barely kept back that afternoon.
“Ah, yes, I know all too well about nepotism,” he said, after I spilled my guts.
“Then you know there was nothing I could do, since that asshat Jimmy Talbot is going to take over the place when Darla retires in a few years.”
“I’ve had dealings with Talbot Talent Agency,” he said, shaking his head. “You should count yourself lucky not to be involved with them anymore.”
“I guess,” I sighed. “But I’m still out of a job, and I did love it, except for…”
“That asshat Jimmy Talbot,” he said darkly.
