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Climbing out of the car, I trace my fingertips over the door. “How long have you had this car for?”
“A little after I met you at the airport.” He runs his hand over the glossy surface. “I think it matches your hair.”
Goddamn, he’s good.
I blink up at the two-story house with its crisp white trim and light blue paint. “So, you mean you don’t live here?”
“I told you, I’m here for work.”
“Then where do you live? Like, for real?”
“I move around so much it doesn’t matter.” It feels like he’s dodging my question, but I decide not to press. He doesn’t bother to lock the car. Either he’s not worried someone will try and steal it … Or he knows nobody will dare.
Following him to the front door, I keep a hand’s-width distance between us. I’dliketo get closer, but I don’t want to be too obvious about it.
The lights turn on from hidden motion sensors as soon as we enter. His front room has polished wooden floors, and the wide room allows a view into the open kitchen with its double-door steel fridge and massive stove. The main room has two longcouches that form a V-shape. A clear glass table rests between them, the base made from pale driftwood.
There’s a simple elegance to the space. It takes me a few looks to realize that nothing here has a brand label.
It’s all custom-made. Which means it’s all expensive as hell.
Makes sense for a guy who can buy a Lamborghini right after he lands.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he says.
“Shoes on or off?”
“Up to you. I imagine your feet are sore from the dancing.”
He’s right; my toes have been throbbing for a while. Slipping my purple heels off, I tuck them beside the door. “This place seems big for just you.”
“I like being able to have people over.”
Please don’t say you throw sex parties with half a dozen women at once. Please, please, please.He’s been perfect so far. And I’d hate for that to be ruined.
“Like people you work with?” I ask.
“Something like that.” Konstantin peers at me while he hangs his jacket on a hook.
He walks around to the kitchen. He’s tall enough that I can see the top of his belt even with the counter in the way. When he bends over to open the fridge, his pants cling to his muscular legs and I feel my thighs squeezing together again at the view.
I clench my jaw and swallow.Easy, girl, calm down.“So, what are you cooking for me?”
“How hungry are you?”
“Very, but I’m not picky.”
“Good, because I don’t have a ton of ingredients.”
“Perfect, because I’ll eat anything.”
Konstantin glances over his shoulder at me with a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t say anything, but the look makes my heart flutter and my face heat up. I turn away to gather myself.
The circular stairs leading to the upper floor catch my eye. They’re the kind where one wrong step, and you risk breaking your neck. “What’s upstairs?”
“My bedroom.”
I press my hands tighter in my lap. “Oh.”
