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He rose from the bed and came up closer—until there was scarcely an inch separating us.
“Stand still,” he whispered into my ear, and my eyelids fluttered when he moved my hair to the side, revealing my bare skin.
Short brown hair tickled my cheek, and he pressed his body into me, skimmed his fingers down the length of my spine to the low point slightly above my waist where the zipper was stuck, and dragged it up. The dry sound only heightened the brewing tension, and I struggled not to meet his eyes through the mirror.
Hot breath fanned my neck, and expensive male cologne clouded my senses.
My heart pounded against my chest in anticipation, and I fought the strange desire to lean into his body heat and press my ass up between his legs. The proximity was possibly making me go mad. I gripped the dresser's edge to restrain myself from doing something I would surely regret.
When the zipper reached its end point, his hands lingered before he moved my hair back to my shoulders, and...the door behind us creaked open.
We both looked through the mirror.
Anna stood like a deer caught in headlights while my relief battled with disappointment.
He whispered in my ear, “Prekrasnaya,”and turned around to walk away.
His absence left a cold feeling behind, but I could finally breathe.
To Anna, he said, “Get her ready,” before the door closed behind him.
Anna scurried up to me with a guarded expression, like she hadn’t just witnessedwhatever it wasthat had happened between her boss and me.
While she promenaded the room, my mind was stuck on trying to decipher what Egor had said. I understood a bit of Russian but hadn’t been able to understand its meaning. The suspense was killing me, so I decided to ask Anna.
“Anna?”
She stopped moving with the makeup kit. “Yes, miss?”
“What doesprekrasnayamean?”
The blonde woman with friendly blue eyes blushed on my behalf. “Stunningandbeautiful,” she said with the best of her rusty English. “Both at the same time.”
She went back to work, and I assessed my reflection through the mirror.
My cheeks flushed with a soft pink hue, warmth spread through my chest, and there was a skip in my pulse. I wanted to deny the bubbling feeling inside, but it didn’t matter how much I tried; it rose to the top.
I hated that I suddenly felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Chapter 11 – Egor
Never had I thought, even for once, that I would fall into the category of men who willingly started fires and walked right into them with open eyes.
I’d fucked up. Big time.
I’d fixed the boulder and set myself up to get crushed.
Fuck!
She was so perfect—with her cute, petite figure, full, round butt cheeks, small nose, and perfectly proportioned lips. I never thought she’d look that good, not when she always wore jeans and T-shirts. She worked out. That much was obvious when she flexed her legs and raked her fingers through her hair.
I’d finally gotten a wish granted, seeing what she looked like without that band holding her hair.
That darn hair.
Long and silken and just begging to be wrapped around my fist.
When I’d insisted on going into her room with the dress myself, I never imagined she’d walk out of the bathroom with nothing but a robe on. Then, I’d succumbed to the maddening temptation to see her strip, to watch her naked.
