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Fredericka temporarily forgot her discomfort as Sergei’s zealous concern filled her with amusement. “A fever’s not going to kill me, Sergei.”
Even as a flushed expression fell over his face, the billionaire countered, “It isn’t something to take lightly either.”
Her smile widened into a grin. “Stop being fussy. You’re younger than me—-” As always, the reminder of their age difference had the billionaire scowling, but she ignored this, saying, “So lighten up, will you?”
Ignoring her words, the billionaire asked instead, “Do you still need to go to the powder room or not?” He took a step closer towards her. “Because if you don’t, then we can just go back to dancing—-”
She hurriedly moved back before he could reach her, stammering, “I still need to go.” More than ever now, since his words had practically set her body on fire.
Sergei checked his watch. “Perhaps we can meet in my room instead?”
“Sure.” At this point, Fredericka would have agreed to anything, so desperate was she to leave his presence before the billionaire figured outwhatwas wrong with her. He gave her his room number, and she nodded, mumbling, “Got it.” And then she spun around and walked away as fast as she could, not allowing herself to look back.
The story of her life,she thought, torn between laughing and crying.
Sergei Grachyov had become an obsession, and these days she only had to see him and she would want him so, so bad.
Chapter Eleven
Fredericka joined himin his suite ten minutes later, and he welcomed her inside with a slight smile. After closing the door, he followed her in the en-suite living room. She had changed before coming here, swapping her summer dress for a lace shirt tucked in a pair of high-waist shorts. She had also let her silky red curls loose, and the sight of it made him want to drive his fingers through her hair, made him imagine pulling her head back as he devoured her mouth.
“Sergei?”
The wide-eyed look on Fredericka’s face made him realize he had been staring at her, and Sergei willed himself back into control. “What do you want to drink?” She smiled at him, and the sight was irresistible and adorable, enough to have a brief smile tug at his lips as he asked, “Coffee, I take it?”
“As always.” Her gaze drifted to the espresso machine behind him. “Shall I make it for us?”
“It would be my pleasure,” he drawled, “to have you serve me.” The sexist remark was purposeful, and the billionaire’s eyes gleamed in amusement when Fredericka gave him a properly professional response by sticking her tongue out.
Even so, she still padded towards the coffee station and his admiring gaze followed her every move, Sergei loving the seductively gentle sway of her hips.
Taking a seat on the couch, the billionaire watched her leisurely while his mind considered the many ways his life had changed ever since Fredericka had entered the picture.
Whereas once he had always been cynical and ruthless, Fredericka’s passionate belief in the need for giving second chances had inevitably rubbed off on him. He usually fired airheads, idiots, and bigots on the spot, but lately he had found himself actually giving them a week to prove to him they could change, and all because he wanted to impress Fredericka with his nice-guy act.
Even his usual routine had been thrown upside-down, with Sergei having no choice but to delegate more to his team of executives so that he would be able to free himself for weekend trips to Miami. In the past, his siblings had teased him for being a workaholic. Now they teased him for being a hedonist, with the way he made Florida look like it was just a ten-minute ride from California.
