Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“The defense group I am advising has run into a bit of a problem,” the professor explained, “and I need to meet with them.”
It was perfectly plausible, and the professor’s tone was perfectly smooth, but Sergei wasn’t buying it at all. What was Julian Alexeyev playing at?
And almost as if the professor heard his question, the other man looked straight at Sergei, asking, “Would you mind taking my friend home?”
The woman squeaked. “Actually—-”
But another voice cut her off. “What’s this all about, darling?” Madeline sauntered to his side, placing a possessive hand on Sergei’s arm. Her glance at Fredericka was cursory and dismissive, but her lips curved in a seductive smile at the professor, the model unable to keep herself from flirting with such a beautiful-looking man.
But both men ignored her.
Fredericka was sputtering in protest, but both Russians chose to ignore this as well.
“It would be my pleasure,” Sergei murmured to the professor.
“I appreciate it.” The professor shook hands with his student before turning to Fredericka. “Freddie, it’s my pleasure to introduce to you Sergei Grachyov.”
At the introduction, the woman had no choice but to face Sergei, and yet she still refused to meet his gaze. “Hello,” the woman mumbled to his tie.
The billionaire thought, I want to fuck her and shout at her for being an idiot.
How was this possible?
“Sergei, this is my friend, Fredericka Spears. She’s also a member of Tropinka.”
“I see.” Sergei was privately surprised. Tropinka, which translated to Pathway in English, was a non-profit exclusive club. Its membership was significantly small, being based on merit rather than one’s financial capacity.
“It’s my pleasure to meet you, Fredericka.” He gazed at her broodingly as he shook her hand, thinking that it was almost too good to be true. So not only was this woman the rare kind to stir his loins in such a powerful way, but now she also happened to be Russian and self-accomplished?
The professor cleared his throat, saying under his breath, “You are staring too hard at my friend, Sergei.”
The billionaire flushed at his words, realizing that it was true and he had been acting like an infatuated adolescent on his first date.
D’err mo. His cheeks flushed. “It’s my pleasure to meet you, Fredericka.” He reached for her hand, causing her gaze to jerk up to his, just in time for her to see him bringing her hand to his lips.
As Fredericka yanked her hand away with a gasp, Madeline let out an outraged screech. “Are you flirting with this nobody in front of me?”
Sergei stilled, and when his chilled gaze went to her, Madeline realized too late that she shouldn’t have lost her temper so easily.
The billionaire turned to the professor and Fredericka, murmuring politely, “If you would excuse us for a moment?”
“Of course,” the professor said smoothly.
Sergei cupped Madeline’s elbow and forced her to walk away with him.
She started to stammer. “Sergei, I d-didn’t—-”
The billionaire bent his head, whispering to her ear, “Get the hell out of my sight.”
Madeline stiffened.
“If you leave within this minute, I might be persuaded into overlooking your lack of manners tonight.”
Her lips tightened.
“It’s your choice.” The billionaire released his hold on her, and their gazes met.
A moment later, and the model wordlessly stalked out of the restaurant.
When Sergei walked back to the redheaded woman that had caught his interest, he saw that the professor had already left.
“He was in a hurry,” the woman – Fredericka – mumbled unnecessarily.
Sergei only nodded. He didn’t give a damn about the professor. What he cared about was the fact that he had this woman for the night. “Shall we go?”
She cleared her throat, unease written all over her face at the thought of having to hitch a ride with him. “I was thinking—-”
Sergei cut her off, saying softly, “Let me take you home.”
The way Fredericka Spears’ eyes widened told him she wasn’t as dense as she seemed to be.
Good.
Fredericka knew that what he really was saying was, Let me fuck you.
Chapter Two
Fredericka
Invite me in.
Sergei Grachyov’s words played endlessly in my mind as I unlocked the door. “Well, here we are.” My voice was a tremulous croak, and panicky questions raced past my mind as he walked past me. What was I doing? Why was I letting him in?
I had no idea how to answer that. One minute he was helping me out of his Rolls Royce coupé, and I was thinking with more than a little relief that I could finally start forgetting this man ever existed. But then he had looked down at me with his I’m-going-to-fuck-you-eyes—-
Invite me in.
Three simple words, and yet there was something about the way Sergei Grachyov spoke that made my insides clench.
And those eyes—-
God, those dark, dark eyes that made me think of fuck, fuck, fuck—-
I quickly slapped my cheeks, privately appalled at the direction of my thoughts.