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    A few days later, she’d almost managed to forget about the mysterious Alexandr when there was a commotion outside of her apartment. Men were yelling in a language she didn’t understand, and she wondered if she should call Peter and let him know about the noise. Moving quietly, she tiptoed over to the peephole on her massive door and looked through. The door itself was made of a bulletproof material so she was as safe behind it as she could be. When Peter had informed her of that, she’d been a little curious at the level of security in this building, but then realized that being family to a politician came with an inherently heightened level of danger. There were whack-jobs out there who would want to hurt her merely to get at her uncle.
    A quick peek revealed two unfamiliar, but attractive in an intimidating way, guys dressed in black pants and dark leather jackets. The one with the deep reddish-blonde hair and green eyes wore a deep blue button down shirt that stretched out over his wide shoulders. The other man wore a crisp white dress shirt and had dark-blonde hair with a deep cleft in his chin. When they moved away from the keyhole, she sucked in a quick breath as her nipples tightened at the sight of a very familiar man standing in front of the door across the hall from hers. Firm lips, square jaw, and a dark goatee all gave Alex Gorev a sinister, yet oh so tempting, edge. Sin in its most delicious form. A woman could look at him and know he’d push her limits, make her taste forbidden fruit.
    And his hands…holy moly she’d never see such big hands on a guy.
    To her disgust, she’d spent much of her free time lately fantasizing about what it would feel like to be kissed by a man with facial hair who just happened to look like Alex. Would it feel silky or rough against her face? And what if he dined down south? What would that feel like? She could imagine, but she’d bet the real thing was much better than her hand and vibrator. Adding to his good looks were his intense gray eyes, ringed with the thinnest band of black, a muscular body, and his killer smile. He was a feast for all the female senses, wrapped up in a body made for brutal pleasure. Since he was attractive and had solid self-confidence bordering on arrogance, he was like her sexual catnip. Catnip she now masturbated to on a nightly basis despite her anger at herself for dreaming about him.
    Humiliation mixed with excitement burned her cheeks, and she let out a muffled squeak when Alex looked directly at her, almost as if he could see her peering through the peephole. He blew her a kiss then said something in whatever language they spoke that made the other men laugh. Alex opened the apartment door across the hall and flicked the lights on before saying loudly, “Jessica, I know you are watching me. I can feel it. Your uncle told me that you have a set of keys that I will need. When you are done spying, bring them to me.”
    Her body flushed with embarrassment while her brain came up with inventive ways to wipe that smug smirk off his face. That arrogant, good-looking, insanely sexy, older man made her react in a way no one ever had, certainly not the boys she’d dated back home—and the guys she’d previously dated definitely seemed like immature boys in the face of Alex’s refined sexuality. No, she needed to keep her distance.
    As long as she remained professional and polite with him, he’d just be a harmless fantasy. After all, he was her bodyguard. That meant she’d have to get used to him being around in the background. Hell, she barely even knew the guys her uncle had following her around. It would be no big deal. She would just grab the keys, chuck them at him, and then calmly and coolly stroll back into her place where she would throw every lock on the door she had.
    Then she’d go play with herself with the shower massager for a couple hours.
    Appalled with her out-of-control libido, she moved away from the door, heading