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allow her to pull away, but I want in her soon, so I am willing to do what I must to get her there.
    She blushes and starts chewing her lip.
    I have her.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
    Irina
    It was the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me. It felt so good.
    For a split second I can’t find my wits to remind myself why I firmly resolved last night not to have anything to do with him.
    The problem is that he’s overwhelming and way too….too everything right now.
    And he wants more, so much more of that mind-blowing pleasure. How’s a girl to say no when just a finger can do that to her? I want more, too. I just can’t deal with the thought of family dinners and strollers right now.
    I can’t say why I’m fighting against commitment with Misha when every other relationship I’ve been in always had me thinking of the future. All I can say is that when I look at him, it scares the hell out of me.
    He’s too much for this small city girl to hold and I know it. And I know, too, that if he keeps this up I’ll fall recklessly in love with a man who will break my heart.
    “Angel?”
    I shake myself and look back up at him, my heart in my throat as I see those clear blues smiling down at me.
    “You’re going to hurt me,” I whisper finally, meeting his eyes.
    “No. Angel—”
    “You will. You won’t be able to help it, Misha, just as I won’t be able to help falling for you. We’re not the same and you know it. You’re a fast and loose kind of guy with a lifestyle to suit, and I’m just a twenty-five-year-old baker with two cats and a family that makes my life impossible. We don’t suit.”
    “Angel, I would never hurt you in any way.”
    “You wouldn’t want to, but it’s inevitable if we start anything sexual. I’m not equipped to be with a guy like you, Misha. Friends is all I can do,” I say regretfully, watching his jaw bunch before he takes a deep breath and meets my eyes.
    “I’ll take what I can get.”
    ***
    The next two days are freaking magical in a weird way. Misha is a tyrant and completely insane when it comes to his care of me.
    I’ve had to watch him move around his penthouse all freaking morning in nothing but his sweats and some very delicious tattoos.
    So now here I am with my new hot friend, and I’m being really naughty by sneaking out of his pricey penthouse to the curb where Nik’s waiting for me in Delilah.
    “Jesus, chickie! You sure you should be walking around on that ham?” she demands, giving my wrapped ankle a glance.
    “It’s fine. He wouldn’t let me remove it no matter how many times I told him it’s fine. Let’s go!” I huff, ignoring the twinge in my shoulder as Delilah sputters off after a long and painful jerk of displeasure.
    I’m looking back and checking to make sure no one’s watching, like a freaking criminal. But he’s relentless. He’s effectively turned me into a lazy slob the last two days, and now that it’s Monday and he’s off to the office I have my escape. Finally.
    “Dude, that man is so gonna kick your rear end when he finds out you’ve escaped the asylum. He’s already planned a week-long break for you and reworked the opening and closing schedule so that you’re free to lie on your ass till next Sunday. You’re so fucked when he finds you. I can’t wait to hear what he can do with all that pent-up aggression,” she breathes, shivering mockingly as she eyes me up and down.
    Controlling bastard. Cute, but still infuriating.
    “Get me to work before I kick your butt, potty mouth. Me and Misha are friends and that’s all there is to it.”
    Friends. Just friends.
    Why you having those naughty dreams then, Ri?
    We get to the shop twenty minutes later and I hobble out and into the sweet-smelling heaven to the sounds of clapping and my friends groaning in relief.
    “Welcome back.”
    “Thank God. I made a batch of blinis yesterday that weren’t like yours, and this hyena,” Tatiana growls, pointing at a guy we