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

reaction she was trying to hide, as well as her voluptuous curves, was making him react as well, he released her. As much as he wanted to toss her over his shoulder and carry her to his bedroom so he could make love to her, they had things to discuss. Besides, he knew she wouldn’t protest the sexual act while he was making love to her, would be very into the undertaking if her body’s reaction had anything to say about it. But she would be angry after the fact for letting herself go like that.
    “I don’t do anything that isn’t well researched, including choosing a spouse.” He stepped away and poured two glasses of red wine, satisfied now that she felt the same attraction he was feeling. She was fighting it though, which only made it more interesting for him. He wanted her badly, but he realized he was tired of women who threw themselves at him, hoping for financial or status gain. Eva was a completely different breed, preferring to pull away at what he suspected could be the strongest attraction he’d ever experienced. Damon didn’t mind though. He was thoroughly enjoying each meeting. She was fresh and alive and didn’t pull her punches, which he respected. And once he finally got her into bed, he knew that the fireworks would be even more spectacular. He was willing to wait, and enjoy every moment of their odd courtship.
    He considered her carefully as she sipped the excellent white wine he’d opened earlier, almost chuckling as she tried to hide even her approval of the wine. She was cute when she refused to give him an inch!
    “I’ll make a deal with you. Two weeks of lunches or dinners together.”
    She took a deep breath and turned away from him, taking in the stunning view of the city he had from his living room windows. The wine was superb, she thought, wishing he could do just one thing poorly like choose a bad tasting wine. Did the man have to be so good at everything? “What’s two weeks going to do? I’ll still dislike you and everything you stand for.”
    “Ah, but two weeks will give me a chance to show you how charming I can be.”
    “Impossible.”
    “I see I’ll have to add a bit of incentive.”
    “There’s nothing you can…”
    “Don’t be too hasty.” He stepped closer to her and watched as her breathing increased and her heart rate sped up. He even liked the fact that her nipples were peaked for him, although he doubted she even realized that her body was reacting like this for him. “Only a few days ago, you were speaking very passionately about the people who use the recreation center.”
    Her eyes lit up with excitement and relief. Could he possibly be giving in? Had she convinced him at lunch earlier in the week that the center was a valuable resource? “You’ll give up that site and move your blasted building if I just spend two boring weeks with you?”
    He laughed and shook his head. “Not quite, but I appreciate the fact that you think big.”
    She sighed and turned away, blowing a lock of brown hair out of her eyes. “Okay, so what do you think might be more enticing?”
    “Besides my wonderful company?”
    She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Get real.”
    He smiled. “I must be a glutton for punishment. My offer is that I’ll make a substantial donation to the shelter which will help some of the programs to shift their efforts and help the residents ease through the impact of the move to another location.”
    She thought about it for a moment, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at him. “How substantial?”
    He watched her carefully, considering what she might consider substantial. “Name your price.”
    She stiffened slightly and immediately shook her head. “No, that would make me feel like a prostitute.”
    “And me naming a sum would be different?” He wasn’t sure he grasped the difference.
    “Yes. It’s probably semantics, but it’s a psychological difference.”
    He wasn’t going to argue with that kind of logic. Especially when she looked so