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We lock gazes and laugh. It’s going to be a fun night.
A little over an hour later, my mind is starting to float pleasantly. I’m still smiling as I return from a trip to the bathroom. I spot an empty sofa in the club’s VIP area and hurry toward the comfort, eager to rest my legs. I lean back against the cushions, watching the other people in the nightclub enjoy their night.
Mila’s taking her time to show off her moves to her prey. When I glance at the DJ, I can see that the man has his eyes on her and her only. Mila’s little wink is not unappreciated, it appears. He must be sensing the heat coming from my curvy friend.
More men approach me, eyeing me from head to toe as they try to get my attention. I turn them down. Not even one of them piques my interest. For some reason, I keep comparing them to Nikolai fucking Volkov.
But even Nikolai’s memory isn’t enough to get me hot.
Probably because I’m not yet tipsy enough.
I’m done with the second specialty cocktail when I sense someone approaching me from behind. I sigh in frustration and shift on the sofa. Ready to turn down another mediocre guy, I’m about to open my mouth when I get a glimpse of the blond Apollo.
“Hi.” His face pulls into a boyish smile.
“Hi,” I breathe. For some reason, my heart skips a beat.
I instantly notice some things about the young man standing before me. He wears an expensive, delicious cologne. His body is big and chiseled, but not in an exaggerated way.
This is a guy that could get Nikolai and his dirty words out of my head.
He leans closer, his voice coming out low and sexy.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he says. “Do you mind if I sit next to you?”
“Nope.” I shake my head, taking in his deep blue eyes.
“I’m Yakov,” he introduces himself.
“Katarina,” I tell him. The slight warmth I’ve been feeling in my stomach turns into a flare of sexual awareness as my imagination runs wild. The drink must be working its magic on me. “Are you new around here? I haven’t seen you before.”
“Tonight’s my first time in the club,” he admits, grinning.
I gesture toward the empty seat to my right. “Make yourself comfortable.”
His chest brushes against my forearm as he sits next to me. I get another whiff of his scent, even stronger than it was when he was standing up.
“I saw you here all by yourself,” he continues. “I’m a lucky man that you agreed to let me join you.”
“It’s the first time I saw anyone come up to me so confidently.”
Yakov’s mouth twitches as he fights a smile. “It must be the dress.”
“Nice save,” I say playfully, arching an eyebrow. “I should warn you though, I’m not easily impressed.”
“Then we have a problem,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve already called dibs on it. I’m an expert with girls like you.”
“Oh, are you now?” I ask with a laugh. “Girls like me, you say? And who are we?”
“Tough, confident, smart,” he lists off, eyeing me like he’s a lion looking at his prey. “Dangerous.”
He seems to do a once-over, taking in every part of my body. I don’t stop him, relishing the fire in his gaze.
“Where’s your drink, anyway?” he asks, as if there isn’t any heat spilling over between us. “I’ll go grab us one.”
“Yeah, just hold on a second,” I say and get up. “I’ll go with you.”
“Are you sure? You seem quite comfortable where you’re at.”
