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pushes it back into his briefs before washing his hands and sauntering back out.
    When I can move again I scamper to my room, throw on some old jeans and a tank, and rush back out, needing to say something, anything, to get over my shock.
    The man has a huge dick. Easily double the size of my pink nemesis.
    “You don’t have milk.”
    I pause in the kitchen doorway to see him leaning into my fridge, still in those boxers, only now I have an unobstructed view of his ass and his toned, muscular thighs. Jesus save my hymen, the man makes my vagina tremble with need with nothing more than a look and that damned ass of his.
    When I drag my eyes up it’s to see him grinning at me with a smug look that makes me blush.
    “What are you having with milk? You take your coffee black and sugarless like the ‘real man’ you are,” I gripe, studiously avoiding his eyes as I walk in and grab a pan from the cupboard.
    “Milk helps with a hangover, angel. I need milk.”
    What a load of crap.
    I snort and lean into the fridge, rummaging right into the back to grab the small carton of milk and a pack of bacon.
    “Here, ya big baby. Don’t cry to me when your stomach curdles and you’re rushing to the bathroom to puke.”
    He just grins and keeps watching me as I putter around getting a big, greasy breakfast ready.
    “Mama would whip you right now if she witnessed this Western travesty.” He murmurs when I plonk a plate down in front of him and sit across from him, digging in with gusto.
    “Your mama uses tongue to kiss perfect strangers, boy. She’s got no leg to stand on,” I retort, enjoying his snorting laugh as he spears his eggs and eats with a groan.
    “She likes you and that’s the family way. Why do you think I won’t let my brothers kiss you, angel?” He chuckles, snarling when I narrow my eyes and tap my chin contemplatively.
    “I wouldn’t mind, I think. Your brothers are hot. Especially Vadim and those wandering hands of his,” I joke, loving his filthy look and not too complimentary comments about his own flesh and blood.
    “I’d kill him if tried anything with you, angel, and the little shit knows it. Let’s hope he stays smart or Mama will be a kid light.”
    “You’re a hoot, Misha Novac. A freakin’ hoot, ya know that? So tell me, tough guy, what’s a guy like you doing wearing suits all day and making mergers?”
    Not that I don’t see him that way, but the man is an enigma. I could just as easily see him as a thrill freak, adrenaline junky. Here’s the thing about Misha that I have a hard time getting over, the thing that makes me very aware of his unsuitability as a boyfriend or even as a friend.
    He’s closed off.
    One minute he’s smiling at me, and the next I see something in him that chills my core. I like him, but he’s too much for me.
    He shrugs and continues eating as I sip my water.
    “I like money, Irina, and I always have. It’s easier to live when you don’t have to think of such trivialities, and I like winning too. My sole focus has always been my family and success, and that will never change, angel,” he says seriously.
    I take the words as a warning and shiver lightly when his eyes hit mine and I’m instantly trapped in the blue depths.
    “You know we cannot be friends.”
    I can see him overtaking me so easily, with so little effort that I’m breathless at the thought.
    “You want to know why we cannot be friends, angel?” he asks softly, bringing my eyes back to his.
    “Because you want to have sex with me?” I ask cheekily, trying to lighten the mood that’s suddenly fallen around us.
    Those blue eyes meet mine and I freeze, suddenly uncomfortable and even more afraid of his answer. Gone is the kind, funny, amused Misha, and in his place is a man I have never met before.
    His face is devoid of all expression and closed off in a way that frankly makes me itch to run. He’s looking at me in the most possessive way.
    “Most certainly yes, I want to spread you