slung vehicle.
Susan settled herself in the passenger seat and tried to remember that this was all good. It wasn’t like she was under some sort of obligation to disclose to Vlad that she might be pregnant with some other man’s baby. Right? It was just dinner.
“Are you all right?” he asked once he had put his seatbelt on. “Forgive me for being forward, but you seem to have something weighing on your mind.”
“It’s just some problems at work. I’ve had some issues in the past with a coworker. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was affecting me that much.”
Vlad gazed at her with warmth and compassion. “We can do this some other time if you would like. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“No. Tonight is great.” Susan had no way to express just how badly she did not want to be by herself tonight. “It will be a welcome distraction.”
“Oh!” He perked up. “You’ll appreciate this anecdote.”
She nodded. She was just glad he was willing to carry the conversation.
“So I was dealing with this neophyte today who could not even navigate a basic actuary table…” Vlad was off and running on some story that starred himself as the most amazing employee/accountant in the universe and everyone else on the planet as infinite morons. Susan felt as though her eyes might actually have glazed over. Not that Vlad noticed. He was speaking at warp speed with no sign of stopping, nor any indication that he realized she had absolutely no interest in his story.
Susan had a feeling she had just discovered the downside of being with a guy like Vlad. The problem was, she should want to be with Vlad. Kirill was bad news. She just needed to keep remembering that.
Chapter Nine
Kirill watched Susan follow Oksana into the club. The pounding techno music throbbed against the walls as though it were trying to tear them down brick by brick. Kirill wondered where Vlad the Wonderful was. Oksana appeared to be alone as well.
“Hey.” A sultry feminine voice snagged his attention. “Aren’t you Kirill?”
“And if I am?” He set his jaw.
The scrap of femininity in a too tight mini dress that let half her ass hang out batted her enormous dark eyes at him. “You’re an Orlov.” She trailed her finger along his arm. “Everyone knows that.”
“Do they?” It was odd, but Kirill could barely muster a passing sexual interest in the woman. Still, she could certainly be useful. He leaned down, letting his lips barely brush the shell of her ear. “And what is your name?”
“Cat.”
“Does this kitty cat like to dance?” He grabbed the hand that was quickly trying to unfasten the buttons on his shirt and twirled her around until she gave a breathless laugh.
“Yes! I love to dance!” She began shaking her rounded backside so hard that her breasts nearly tumbled out of her dress. “Dance with me!”
Kirill smiled, though probably not for the reason that Cat thought. “I would love to.”
He led his little minx out onto the floor. It was easy to get lost in the moment. He put aside the question of who had stolen the contract out from under him and Jacob. He forgot about Susan. He focused on the woman rubbing herself sinuously up and down his body to the rhythm of the music.
Kirill spun his partner and held her firmly against his body. At this point he was dancing and nothing more. His body moved with hers, each note becoming a moment in time that could not touch him.
Eventually he heard the whispers around them. People were remarking on the Orlovs’ bad boy. He was considered something of a rebel and prided himself on never being predictable.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Cat gazed up at him with big eyes. She rubbed the front of her body up the length of his, letting her breasts barely brush his chest.
Kirill happened to glance over just in time to catch Susan’s eye. The livid expression on her face was both confusing and gratifying. It also decided him on the kiss.
“I
Susan settled herself in the passenger seat and tried to remember that this was all good. It wasn’t like she was under some sort of obligation to disclose to Vlad that she might be pregnant with some other man’s baby. Right? It was just dinner.
“Are you all right?” he asked once he had put his seatbelt on. “Forgive me for being forward, but you seem to have something weighing on your mind.”
“It’s just some problems at work. I’ve had some issues in the past with a coworker. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was affecting me that much.”
Vlad gazed at her with warmth and compassion. “We can do this some other time if you would like. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“No. Tonight is great.” Susan had no way to express just how badly she did not want to be by herself tonight. “It will be a welcome distraction.”
“Oh!” He perked up. “You’ll appreciate this anecdote.”
She nodded. She was just glad he was willing to carry the conversation.
“So I was dealing with this neophyte today who could not even navigate a basic actuary table…” Vlad was off and running on some story that starred himself as the most amazing employee/accountant in the universe and everyone else on the planet as infinite morons. Susan felt as though her eyes might actually have glazed over. Not that Vlad noticed. He was speaking at warp speed with no sign of stopping, nor any indication that he realized she had absolutely no interest in his story.
Susan had a feeling she had just discovered the downside of being with a guy like Vlad. The problem was, she should want to be with Vlad. Kirill was bad news. She just needed to keep remembering that.
Chapter Nine
Kirill watched Susan follow Oksana into the club. The pounding techno music throbbed against the walls as though it were trying to tear them down brick by brick. Kirill wondered where Vlad the Wonderful was. Oksana appeared to be alone as well.
“Hey.” A sultry feminine voice snagged his attention. “Aren’t you Kirill?”
“And if I am?” He set his jaw.
The scrap of femininity in a too tight mini dress that let half her ass hang out batted her enormous dark eyes at him. “You’re an Orlov.” She trailed her finger along his arm. “Everyone knows that.”
“Do they?” It was odd, but Kirill could barely muster a passing sexual interest in the woman. Still, she could certainly be useful. He leaned down, letting his lips barely brush the shell of her ear. “And what is your name?”
“Cat.”
“Does this kitty cat like to dance?” He grabbed the hand that was quickly trying to unfasten the buttons on his shirt and twirled her around until she gave a breathless laugh.
“Yes! I love to dance!” She began shaking her rounded backside so hard that her breasts nearly tumbled out of her dress. “Dance with me!”
Kirill smiled, though probably not for the reason that Cat thought. “I would love to.”
He led his little minx out onto the floor. It was easy to get lost in the moment. He put aside the question of who had stolen the contract out from under him and Jacob. He forgot about Susan. He focused on the woman rubbing herself sinuously up and down his body to the rhythm of the music.
Kirill spun his partner and held her firmly against his body. At this point he was dancing and nothing more. His body moved with hers, each note becoming a moment in time that could not touch him.
Eventually he heard the whispers around them. People were remarking on the Orlovs’ bad boy. He was considered something of a rebel and prided himself on never being predictable.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Cat gazed up at him with big eyes. She rubbed the front of her body up the length of his, letting her breasts barely brush his chest.
Kirill happened to glance over just in time to catch Susan’s eye. The livid expression on her face was both confusing and gratifying. It also decided him on the kiss.
“I
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