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“It’s a good investment,” he dismissed, “and I don’t fancy staying at a hotel whenever I come to visit you.” When he saw Fredericka blink at him again, as if unable to believe he intended to visit her frequently, Sergei gave her a mildly exasperated look. “I will come visit you often, naturally.” He shook his head at her. “After all this time, Fredericka, you must at least accept the fact you are not just anyone to me,da?”
She stared at him, stricken.
A moment later, she started to blink again, but this time it was obvious she was doing it to control her tears.
“Whatever.” The charmingly ungracious reply came in the form of a defensive mumble, accompanied by the defiant toss of her head as she deliberately turned away from him, her gaze focusing on the scenery outside the window.
Adorable, he thought again with an inner smile. It seemed to have escaped his little bee’s notice that he could still her through her reflection on the window, and it was obvious she was fighting back tears.
To give her time to compose herself, he changed the subject and told her about his plans for the next forty-eight hours, and she gradually relaxed beside him. By the time they made it to his place, she was comfortable with him again, not hesitating to show her gaping admiration of his luxurious apartment.
“It’s insane, truly insane,” she told him, “the way you rich people make the craziest things seem so easy. You boughtthisand you’re not going to live in it most of the time?”
“Well...” He looked at her with hooded lids. “You can always stay here instead of your cousin’s place.”
Fredericka rolled her eyes. “Like I could ever afford the rent here.”
“I’m not asking you to pay.”
“Even worse,” she told him with a scowl. “I came here to be a state’s attorney, and I won’t be that if people start thinking of me as your mistress.” She looked at him warningly. “This is also the only time I’ll be staying over,okay?”
He chose not to address that, not wanting to lie to her. As far as he was concerned, tonight was thefirstof the many nights she would be spending under his roof. “Once you’ve freshened up, we’ll need to buy some clothes and toiletries for you.”
“But I have—-” Fredericka frowned. Wherewasher luggage?
When her questioning gaze met his, he murmured, “I had your belongings delivered to your cousin’s place, and I’ve hired professionals to ensure that neither you nor your cousin will have to lift a finger. When you join her, your room should be ready for your use.”
For one moment, she could only stare at the billionaire, thinking that she should be mad at the way he had so easily taken charge and made decisions without even bothering to consult her. But on the other hand, a part of her was hopelessly swayed by his sense of authority. Maybe it was because she was so sick of the fact that her father hadn’t the guts to stand by her mother, but that Sergei Grachyov could be so decisive even though he was six years younger than her—-
“You win,” she said finally. “Just this once, you win. Whatever you want, let’s do it.”
His lips slowly formed a devastating smile. “Thank you,pchelka,but we both know this won’t be the only time I’ll have my way.”
They stared at each other, his words playing in her mind in the most ridiculously lurid way possible.Oh, he could definitely have his way...with her. Any way would do,she thought deliriously as her imagination went into overdrive and her throat went dry.Missionary, doggie, sixty-nine—-
She suddenly noticed the Russian billionaire gazing at her with interest gleaming in his dark eyes.
“Dare I ask what you’re thinking?”
Wide-eyed, Fredericka shook her head quickly, thinking she would rather die than let him know what she was fantasizing about.
“It doesn’t matter,” the billionaire said huskily. “I think I have a good idea anyway.”
