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sensibilities, she replied indignantly, “You’re that old that you couldn’t hear me correctly. You really should get that checked out.”
    “I’m only twenty-seven. You’re really lucky you’re so pretty. I can let the attitude slide—for now.”
    Sergei entered the room with the cook and three trays with their prepared meals on them. Nikolai thought it was best to feed her an Italian dinner to make her feel more at home. He personally happened to love Italian cuisine. Something about pasta was delicious.
    “Thank you, Sergei. Please join us.”
    “No, thanks, Nikolai. I’ve got to make some more arrangements for tomorrow,” Sergei said, but not before stealing a forkful off Nikolai’s plate.
    “Damn, that woman in there can cook. I think I’m in love. Unless you can cook, Bianca?”
    “Not really.”
    “Sergei,” Nikolai snarled as he pointed to his gun.
    “You’re no fun. I just wanted to see the pretty girl smile.” Sergei turned to Bianca. “The quickest way to a man’s heart is food and a good lay, so if you want, I can show you one or…”
    “Sergei!” Nikolai roared and stood.
    “Fine. Well, we should be ready to go about ten in the morning, barring a weather change.”
    “Okay. Now beat it.”
    Bianca smirked and giggled behind the napkin she’d picked up from the table.
    “Ignore him. He isn’t really interested in you.”
    “I’m not an idiot, you know. I know he’s only doing it to piss you off. I just thought he was funny. Get over it.”
    “Just eat your damn food, woman,” he growled before starting on his plate.
    There was nothing but silence between them. Neither of them wanted the deafening silence, but they didn’t know where to begin. Bianca was the first to ask a question.
    “You’re only twenty-seven?”             
    “Yes. It shocks you, no? It’s the scar. It makes me look much older.”
    “It’s not the scar. It’s something about the way you carry yourself,” Bianca exclaimed. Blushing, she bent her head down and continued to eat in silence.
    Sergei walked back into the quiet room and whispered into Nikolai’s ear.
    “Okay. Give me a half an hour.”
    “I’ll be in the office.”
    “Are you finished, Bianca?”
    “Yes, I am, thank you. Dinner was very good.”
    “Was it at least as good as you’re used to?”
    “Almost. My mother is a wonderful cook. Unfortunately, I didn’t get that gene.”
    “Come. I have some business to attend to with Sergei.”
    He grabbed her hand and took her upstairs to a very beautiful bedroom. She instantly smiled at the simple but lovely room. Bianca turned as she observed her surroundings, and he noticed her smile. Lust hit him full force. His cock jumped, and his thoughts raced.
    Bianca caressed the covers. “This is my room?” she asked hesitantly.
    “This is our room,” Nikolai replied before pulling her into his arms. Looking deeply into her eyes, he whispered, “My Bianca.”
    “You want me to share a room with you? Are you really crazy?” Bianca continued to fight the losing battle. It would be pathetic to give herself to a man with no scruples.
    “I assure you, I’m a lot of things, but crazy is not one of them.” Nikolai used his thumb to caress her lips as his hand held her chin tenderly.
    “By the way, I owe you something,” he whispered with his lips inches from hers.
    “What?” Bianca asked, completely confused and stunned by his gentle but romantic touch.
    “An orgasm,” he growled. “I can tolerate your misplaced hatred for me, but I can’t tolerate you hating me for leaving you hanging.”
    Oh my, she thought.
    He started with a tender, gentle kiss to her lips before laying her down on the bed. Bianca tried to pretend to not want it, but it was a lost cause. Nikolai rose up and lifted off her shirt and just stared.
    “Forgive me, but I hunger for you like no one else. Your body is perfection in itself,” he groaned before bending down, biting on her clothed breast.