HIGHLANDER: The Highlander’s Surrender Bride (Scottish Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) by Serena Vale, Tencia Winters Read Free Book Online

appropriate skirt and button down blouse. The consummate professional. Now she was anything but.
    A tight black dress hugged her ample curves in all the right places as she sat crossed legged on the red velvet settee, making the already impossibly high slit ride even higher. Her cleavage, more than a handful, was helped by the support of a sexy, black lace bra that pushed them up until they were barely covered by the low neckline.
    He drank her in, and she couldn’t stop the thrill that shot through her at the look of raw desire shining in his ocean like eyes. She let out a husky laugh, and Chloe couldn’t help but notice the way his body tensed in pleasure as the sound wrapped around him, combining with the sultry Jazz music already floating in the air.
    “Now I know you’re following me.” She tapped the seat next to her, and he swept forward, again sitting way closer than he should be. Too close. And again, as before, she completely lost her breath to this man. He really has to stop doing that, she thought to herself. But she couldn’t deny his effect on her. It was powerful, intense. More than anything she’d felt in as long as she could remember. Could she even remember a reaction like this to someone?
    It was primal, instinctive. And she had learned long ago to always listen to her instincts.
    Chloe leaned close, flashing a view of the top of her breast that she knew he didn’t miss as she placed her martini glass on the small side table next to him.
    “So, the question is,” she flicked a look up at him through a thick fringe of dark lashes. “Why are you following me?”
    He sat for a moment, just staring at her, blinking as is seeing her for the first time, and she was struck again by the honest emotion shining in his eyes. Here was a man who wasn’t afraid of his feelings. He cleared his throat before slowly replying.
    “Actually, I think the question is,” he paused, taking a sip of her drink, his lips laying over the exact spot where hers had just been. It made her whole body clench in need. “What is your name?”
    Chloe was so distracted by the desire rampaging through her at the simple gesture, she missed his question. “I’m sorry…what?”
    He grinned at her, that same devastatingly charming grin. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and Chloe found, she didn’t care. Slowly, achingly slow, he reached for her dark fingered hand, encompassing it in his own pale, much larger one. That touch branded her, and she had to fight the urge to pull her hand away, or run it over his hard body.
                  “I said, what is your name, krasivyy .”
                  “Chloe, my name is Chloe Smithson.” She said on a trembling breath. “And you?”
                  He leaned even closer, until his lips touched the edge of her ear causing an eruption of shivers across her body. “My name is Alexei Dobrovski, krasivyy .”
                  “What do you keep saying? Is that Russian?’
                  He nodded, staring at her deeply before answering. “It means ‘beautiful one’.”
                  Chloe’s breath stalled again in her chest as she sat back, trying to see if he was just selling her a line, but again all she saw was honesty and sincerity shining back from the endless blue depths of his eyes.
                  “So, what do you do, Chloe Smithson?” He reclined, throwing one powerful arm over the back of the settee, and his spell was momentarily broken, and she could breathe again.
                  “I’m, um, I’m an investigative journalist. I cover the the politician’s here in D.C.”
                  “Well, I bet there’s a lot to keep you busy here, anything interesting you’re working on?” Chloe settled easily into the familiar, and safe, topic of work. Much safer than him calling her his ‘beautiful one’.
                  “Not much