The Russian's Furious Fiancee by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online Page A

screen.
    She almost broke a nail while she replied, “Name the place!”, forgetting that he’d mentioned his place already. He replied with his address and she tossed the cell phone back into her bag, refusing to look at it again or even acknowledge that she’d received his address. Damn the man and his conceited, obnoxious mentality!
    Four hours later, she was standing in front of his door, still fuming over how arrogant he was being. He’d gotten her here, but she wasn’t going to bow to his pressure any more than she had the previous meeting. She was still disgusted with herself for being outmaneuvered with the exact same trick he’d used on her before. Why was she so gullible when it came to this man? What power did he have over her that would make her do something so stupid?
    “You’re late,” he said as soon as he opened the door to her at his penthouse in a fabulous building in the heart of Athens. She hated the fact that she liked his place and pretended to ignore the incredible views of the sun setting over the horizon, looking like the city was almost on fire from this vantage point.
    “I’m here. Don’t ask for more than that.”
    “I expect punctuality,” he said as he closed the door behind her.
    “Learn to live with disappointment, then,” she snapped back and walked into the living area, dropping her purse onto a chair, then swinging around to face him, crossing her arms over her chest. Her chin went up subconsciously as she faced her tormentor.
    He chuckled as he followed her into the penthouse.
    “So what do you want from me?” she asked, watching as he walked through the living room.
    He turned and looked down at her. “Do you really want to know?”
    She was startled by the heat in his golden eyes and wisely shook her head. “No. Probably not.”
    “Wise choice,” he said and pulled her forward. She resisted by pushing against his shoulders, but she was no match for his superior strength. “I thought I wanted an obedient wife but it turns out that you’re more interesting that I thought possible.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “It means the service I hired to investigate you wasn’t very thorough. And I’m very appreciative of their omission because I might have missed out on experiencing your particular brand of entertainment.”
    She gave up on trying to keep some space between their bodies. It wasn’t working anyway since she was now plastered against him. Instead, she tried to pretend like she wasn’t affected by his touch, that her heart wasn’t racing frantically and her body wasn’t tingling wherever it was touching his. She also tried not to let her fingers wander despite the fact that she was fascinated by the unanticipated muscles underneath his immaculately tailored dress shirt, and that she didn’t want to touch the soft hairs that were visible in the open neck where he’d left the buttons open.
    Her mind was frantically trying to keep pace with his words, and she stopped looking at his chest in order to understand what he was telling her. And then it hit her! He’d hired a service to find her? “Why in the world would you hire a service? And what kind of investigation?” she asked, completely offended by his invasion of her privacy. This had to be the most appalling piece of information he’d given her so far. This was far and above more arrogant than him telling her that they were going to be married. “And, just to be thorough using your phrase, please explain to me what they didn’t mention in their report to you about me that you find so interesting?” She wasn’t sure if she was shaking with anger or his close proximity, but the anger was safer. Her eyebrows were drawn low and her hands were trapped by his chest and his surprisingly strong arms, furious with him for doing something so horrible as to have her investigated.
    His hands slipped down the length of her and he enjoyed the way her body wiggled against his. But because the