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Roman
She’s prettierthan I remember. It’s only been six weeks since I’ve witnessed the frustrated blush on her cheeks, but it feels much longer. If she’s this flustered just by my presence, she’s really going to fume when she realizes she’s about to be mine. It’s going to be a beautiful sight.
“Here, have a seat.” I pull out the chair behind her desk for her. Jamison looked ready to sit in her seat, but this is her office. Even if he does own it, this is her territory, and I won’t let him push his weight around.
Unless it benefits me.
She glances at Jamison, who takes stiff steps away from the chair I’m holding for her. Once she’s seated, I gently push her in, then move around the desk and take one of the chairs facing her. With a quick look at Jamison, he does the same.
“Roman here has been a busy man. He’s purchased several condominiums and industrial offices, not to mention a few storage facilities along the harbor that were fought for.” Jamison gives me another appreciative grin. If the man tries any harder, I’ll have to have his lips surgically removed from my ass.
“Impressive,” she says, putting her coffee mug down on the desk and forcing herself to remain professional. She keeps her focus on Jamison while he continues.
“He’s contracted with us to manage two of his condominium buildings. Possibly a third, but he’s still working on that purchase.” Jamison rubs his greedy hands together, probably already mentally spending all the money he’s going to make on my account.
“Three condominium buildings? In addition to the ones you already own?” She points her question at me, but her eyes barely reach my chin.
“Now that I’m here in Boston permanently, I decided to increase my investments.” I keep my voice even, professional. This is just a business meeting, at least until I can get rid of Jamison. Then a better conversation can be had.
“Permanently.” The word sounds foreign the way she says it, like she’s trying to remind herself of the meaning.
“Yes, and I’m putting you on the account.” Jamison stands up, like he can’t get out of here fast enough. Now that he’s passing me off on her, he can escape back into his corner office, cheap liquor, and stale cigars.
“What? Me?” She pushes up to her feet, rounding her desk, following him to the door. “Mr. Masters, these are high-end buildings. Wouldn’t Geoffrey be better suited? He usually takes these sorts of accounts.”
Jamison glances over her shoulder at me then back at her. He made the same argument when I demanded she be my point of contact. The only fucking reason I’m using this damn firm is because of Billie. I won’t have some other asshole poking around my business. I want Billie.
In more ways than one.
And I won’t be denying myself anymore.
Two years is long enough to do the decent thing and try to keep my distance. I’m done with that. I played the noble cousin taking care of a friend of Gregor’s wife, making sure she was moved into a new apartment after Gregor whisked Hanna away from Boston. But enough of that bullshit. I shouldn’t have put that distance between us and I’m correcting my error now.
“Geoffrey has his plate full, and you can handle this.” Jamison gives a nod. “You’ll do fine. I have a meeting to get to.” He leans slightly to the side to give me his attention. “I leave you in Billie’s competent hands, but if you should need anything, my door is always open to you.”
With a small wave, I dismiss the bastard.
I’m barely to my feet after Jamison walks off down the hall before the door slams and Billie turns her frustrated frown on me.
“Why did you do that?” The pink on her cheeks deepens, making my cock lengthen in my trousers.
“Do what?” I slide my hands into my pockets.
“Roman.” She blows out a breath. “You need someone else for this. I’ve only been working here a little over a year. I’ve never managed a building as big as what you own, and there’s two? No.” She shakes her head. “You need to tell him to give the account to someone else.”
“No,” I say firmly.
She flicks her gaze up to mine. “Why not?” It’s almost a whine; my cock gets even harder. If she fists her hands and stomps her foot, I’ll be a lost cause.
“Because I want you.” I lift my shoulder.
“Roman.” She pulls in a breath, like she’s trying to calm herself before having a full on fit. I wish she wouldn’t. I want to see what her temper tantrum looks like. I’ll stomp it out right away, I don’t tolerate tantrums. But I’d love to see one first.
“Billie.” I’m not playing fair here, nudging her annoyance, but I’m not in the business of fair.
“I won’t be part of anything having to do with your… family.” She says the last word softly, like she’s treading lightly not to insult me.
“Romanov Enterprises owns the buildings, but that’s as ‘family’ as it gets,” I assure her. I can understand her hesitation. Billie’s been exposed to some of the inner workings of my world.
